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Revenge is Sweet Ch. 01

By: okee_cokee_man



Four years ago, in my early fifties, I had a lonely existence living in a large family house which seemed more like a morgue. To relieve the loneliness I decided to take in lodgers but who? Fortunately I lived in a university town so students were the obvious answer. Part of the house was converted to provide a lounge, 3 bedrooms and a bathroom for the students, I had my own accommodation. We all shared the kitchen, stairs and hallway. For the past four years I'd been lucky in having the same students, they arrived as freshers and left as graduates. 

But now it was a new academic year and I had 3 new students, Jake who was gay, Georgina, who had absolutely stunning looks but very little sex appeal, and Lucy. What can I say about Lucy other than she oozed sex appeal.

It was a Saturday night halfway through the first term, I was alone in the house. Jake had gone away for the weekend to a Gay Pride event, Georgina had gone to stay with her boyfriend's parents for a few days and Lucy had gone out for the evening, probably to get laid. She had no difficulty attracting men including me even though I knew the attraction was not mutual. She knew the effect she had on me and took delight in flaunting herself when nobody else was around but I knew that rising to the bait would only mean trouble. Instead I had spent many a night wanking while fantasising about fucking the arse off her.

I was just about to go to bed when I heard voices downstairs. I recognised Lucy's voice and picked out 3 male voices. From the sounds coming from below it was obvious there was a mini-party going on, the voices gradually grew louder and Lucy's in particular became slurred. Suddenly it went quiet, a short while later footsteps and voices on the stairs, Lucy's door opened and they all went into her room.

My previous students had been a quiet bunch, I had never had noise trouble and never felt the need to sound proof the rooms but Lucy was something else. It was unfortunate that her room was next to mine so I always heard everything when she had company and tonight was no exception. The delight she had in the size of one cock, despite the fact that it was so large she had difficulty deep throating it, the surprise the men had that she could take both the large cock and another in her cunt at the same time, the sheer animal pleasure she had when she was being fucked up the arse, begging for it to be rammed in harder and harder. I heard it all and lost count of the number of times she came, the men were obviously not one shot wonders either. It finally ended with one fucking her mouth, one her cunt and the other her arse. They all came more or less together. 

(You may be wondering what I was doing all this time. Should I have gone out, should I have wanked my brains out? In truth I was so aroused by what was going on that I decided to wait until all was quiet then have the most satisfying wank by fantasising that I was all 3. As you will see events were to turn out rather differently.)

Lucy told them to go so she could recover for their repeat session tomorrow - a polite translation of the actual words used. They stumbled downstairs and out the front door. As I had not heard it close I went downstairs, sure enough it had been left open, Walking back to my room I saw her door was open, her body sprawled on her bed asleep, her legs wide apart. I was surprised that the top of her body was still clothed, albeit dishevelled and stained. As expected she was naked from the waist down. 

My first instinct was to close the door but then I smelt the heady mix of perfume, sweat, cum, and cunt juices, I could see blobs of cum in her hair and around her mouth. My cock was now hard and throbbing in my trousers. I found myself leaning over her body, the smell of booze on her breath was overpowering, she was out like a light. Lust now replaced reason as I gently manoeuvred her till her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed and spread apart. She stirred, I hesitated, but she didn't wake. Her cunt was now presented to me in all its glory.

Her clit and cunt lips were red and puffy where she had been fucked hard and long, and I could see the mix of cum and cunt juice smeared around her pubes and the tops of her thighs, proof that she had obviously been well fucked by one guy after another. I lifted her legs to see her arsehole, cum was oozing out.

Now was the time to fulfil my fantasy, I was going to fuck Lucy.

I undressed, as my hard cock was released from my pants I was surprised that it was much larger than normal.

I knelt between her legs and pushed a finger in her cunt, sure enough it came out wet and sticky, in went a second finger, then a third, fourth, thumb, and finally my whole hand disappeared up there. As it did so I heard her murmur. 

Was she waking? 

No. Despite being asleep there was a look of enjoyment and pleasure on her face. I withdrew my hand and saw how much cum and juices covered it. What to wipe it on? The sheet was the obvious answer, but no, I knew what I had to do. Smear the juices over my cock, pre cum oozed from the eye onto my finger, I squeezed some more out, leant forward and gently rubbed my fluid on her lips. To my surprise her tongue came out as she licked the pre cum from her lips.

A feeling of panic swept over me. Was she awake? Was it just a reflex action? She still seemed asleep, the panic subsided, now to get on with my mission.

The head of my cock was now at the entrance to her cunt, the intention had been to gently fuck her but an overwhelming desire to take her hard came over me. I just shoved my cock hard and fast up her cunt, she grunted. I withdrew and rammed it in again and again and again and again, each time she grunted but still slept. Each time I penetrated her I could feel the end of my cock hitting the top of her cunt, each time I could see more of the cum and cunt juice mix smearing my cock and her cunt lips. 

After the initial burst of lust I slowed down and started a long slow rhythm. As my strokes got shorter so her cunt tightened around my cock, her legs drew around my legs. I realised I was pulled in tight against her body, my body rubbing against her clit. I couldn't last any longer. Cum exploded inside her. As I came so her hips shook and her cunt squeezed my cock. 

It must have been another reflex action for she was still asleep.

Usually my cock rapidly goes limp after a climax my cock but this time it was still hard and my balls were still aching. What next? I withdrew and watched as my fresh cum trickled out. Now I knew what I was going to do next. All sense of right and wrong had been lost, the only thing on my mind was pure physical pleasure, I no longer cared if she was awake or not, willing or not. I was going to have her.

I turned her over onto her front, spread her legs wide which exposed her arsehole, still oozing cum from her previous antics and placed the tip of my cock on her arsehole. I gently pushed, the cum acted as a lubricant as the head slowly opened her muscle. As the head passed the ring of muscle so it gripped my cock, I kept pushing until the whole cock was embedded in her, slowly withdrew and penetrated again. This time I started slowly, gradually speeding up, the opposite to the way I had fucked her cunt. Each time I penetrated her muscle was more relaxed until finally the hole stayed open each time I withdrew. Looking down her shit tube I could see cum smeared along it. Now I fucked faster and faster until I came again. As I withdrew I looked down the hole and saw my fresh cum mingling with the rest.

My cock was slightly soft but the thought of the final act of fulfilment soon had it hard again. I turned her over again but this time I knelt over her, astride her body, trapping her arms just in case she awoke. I noticed the cum on her face from the others had now dried as I pulled her jaw down. She did not resist. Now my cock was on her tongue, I let her jaw go, her mouth closed around my cock, I started to fuck her mouth. With each stroke I went deeper, each time I expected her to gag but she took my cock as it went deeper and deeper. I had always thought gagging was a reflex action but obviously I was wrong. 

My cock started twitching, I knew I was about to cum again. I started to withdraw from her throat (choking on my cum would have spelt trouble). As the head got to her teeth so they gripped my cock and she started sucking. With that I came, not so much cum as before but well worth the energy. I stopped spurting but she kept sucking until I was dry, her jaw relaxed and my cock, now limp, slipped out of her open mouth. I could see my cum in her mouth before her head rolled to one side.

She must be awake I thought as I got off the bed but she gave every impression of being asleep. I lifted an arm and let it go, it fell limply to the bed. I looked back at her face to see my cum trickling from her mouth onto the sheet. It was almost as if she could see me looking for she closed her mouth, swallowed, and yawned, I could see that my cum had gone. She turned over with her back facing me.

Had I been dismissed? I was spent anyway so I picked up my clothes, went back to my room, got into bed but had difficulty getting to sleep, the pleasurable recollections of what had just happened kept coming to mind. 

The following lunchtime I was in the kitchen just about to eat when Lucy came in, still dishevelled, and wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She sat opposite and looked at me emotionless.

"I take it you enjoyed yourself last night?"

I was brought back to earth. Was this an innocent question? Of course not, she knew, but what was she going to do. A look of panic must have crossed my face.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to report you to the police. One look at the cummy state I was in and they'd never believe me."

Relief swept over me.

"When did you know?"

"When you fisted me. I was going to resist but I figured it would be pointless, anyway it was pleasant. As it turned out it was probably the right decision, letting you take me was enjoyable, if I'd resisted it would have been painful."

"I wondered if you were awake but you seemed asleep. I'm glad it didn't hurt and you enjoyed it."

"Don't get me wrong. I teased you, some might say I got what I deserved. Just because I enjoyed it doesn't mean I want you in my bed."

"I take it you'll want to find other lodgings."

Now it was her turn to panic.

"Where would I find anywhere else, all the good places have gone. We're both adults, I can put it behind me, I'm sure you can. Unless you want me to go?"

Now it was my turn to look surprised, I felt sure she would go but she had put the ball back in my court, could I control myself?

"If you stay there must be a few ground rules. Firstly - no teasing."

Before I could say any more Georgina came through the door and burst into tears. Lucy immediately comforted her. I left the room.

(To be continued) 

Revenge is Sweet Ch. 01



Amelia was doing exercise in her bedroom to some loud hip-hop music and an exercise video tape playing in the VCR. Unaware to Amelia, her 18 year old brother Kevin was hidden inside her half-opened closet and watched all the stimulating movements of her monstrous breasts as they bounced, wobbled, and swayed in all directions beneath a burdensome size plain shirt and a sports bra that did little to settle them down.

"OH my God!" Kevin moaned quietly with his hard cock in one hand and camcorder in the other.

His 8 inch thick cock throbbed hard as he filmed her obscenely bouncing beauties. They prolonged from her small frame in enormous sphere-shaped structures and covered up her entire upper torso massively. The sweaty shirt that adhered to her voluptuous body was XXL, yet fitted on her like a medium size shirt due to the fantastic basketball-sized swells on her chest. They was the largest tits he had ever seen in person and in magazines. They rivaled that of Nadine Jensen while in her pregnant form. Luckily for him, his beautiful 22 year old sister wasn't pregnant and just blessed. Kevin had never seen his sister's huge fat titties bare but seen them held captive in massive unflattering bras with multiple hooks and snaps and ugly one piece bathing suits.

As long as he could remember, her tits started to blossom when she was 14. They kept on growing until she turned 21. They grew larger then anyone had expected. Large breasts didn't run in their family, so she was considered rare. The men in the family couldn't help but gawk at the stupendous pendulous knockers of Amelia in just about everything she wore. There was no sweaters, jackets, and coats made that could hide the enormity of her 34HH basketballs. She wore sport bras to smooth down her humongous tits as best as possibly. The rest of her was very heavenly as well. Although she was Caucasian, her skin was lightly toasted from tanning and sunbathing often. She stood 5 feet, had big gray eyes, a petite pointy nose, small lips, straight teeth, long straight dark hair that settles at the beginning of her chest, and the rest of her body was unbelievably slim, fit, and firm and overshadowed by the gargantuan liquid-filled bags of flesh on her chest. She had a heart-shaped ample ass, thick thighs, long tone legs, and pretty petite feet. It was like if God had created Amelia to tease every man on the face of the earth. 

Kevin stroked his raging hard-on at the mind-blowing full of life movements of his sister's giant breasts. He held out of cumming the entire 20 minutes of viewing his sister working out. His cock was bruised and red and the cockhead felt like it was ready to pop off his shaft like a cork to a bottle of wine.

"I... can't... hold... on... much... longer..." moaned Kevin, as his cock unexpectedly spewed out massive thick ropes of cum on Amelia's floor and a pair of sneakers.

Amelia exited her room to take a shower and it was Kevin's cue to exit the room before she came back. Kevin entered his room and hooked up his camcorder to his computer. He downloaded the 20 minute work out video of his sister onto the computer and send it to his friends. All of them was obsessed with Amelia's huge tits just like he was. They won't disgusted by Kevin's incestuous thoughts and feelings about his sister. If they had a sister like Amelia, they would have thought the same way. Kevin even posted the video up on his myspace and got over thousand views immediately from guys, bi-sexual girls and lesbians he never met.

15 minutes later, Amelia exited the bathroom in big shirt, mammoth tits swinging freely, blue slippers, and a towel to dry her wet hair as she walked to her room. She looked over at her cell phone on her dresser and saw about 10 calls and a text message from her best friend Cherri. Amelia opened up the text and read "view your brother's myspace page."

Amelia had a confused and concerned look on her face. She turned on her computer and checked out Kevin's myspace.

"What the fuck!?" Amelia said in anguish. "That son of a bitch!"

Amelia was furious and enraged to discover not only the video of her working out on her brother's myspace, but other candid videos of her just walking and sitting around. His page even had a photo album entirely dedicated to her and her monster tits. Amelia was attempted to head straight to her brother's room and kill him, but she got another text message from her friend Cherri advised her not to do anything crazy and that she'll be over. So Amelia waited for her friend Cherri and she finally arrived.

Cherri was a punk-rock kind of chick. She dressed in a black mini-skirt and black shirt with crossbones on the front. She had several piercings that included her left eyebrow, a diamond nose ring, multiple piercings in both ears, one nipple ring, and navel ring. She was of Indian descend with dark skin, long flowing black hair always tied in pigtails, big dark eyes, full juicy dark lips, and an incredible slim figure complete with her own incredible pair of huge 32E cup tits.

An upset Amelia and Cherri headed to her room to discuss her sick brother. What Cherri suggested, didn't set well with Amelia...

"WHAT?! That's sick! That's not constitutional! It's just plain disgusting! And the second part? I don't think a million dollars would get me to pull that off!" Amelia argued.

"But he'll be humiliated all over the Internet just like he has done to you. His payback should be 100 times harder Amelia," Cherri responded.

Amelia paced back and forth in front of her friend Cherri while deep in thought about Cherri's apparent dreadful plan to get revenge on her brother Kevin for spying on her and posting videos and pictures of her up on his myspace page without permission. After a few minutes of thinking, Amelia came to a conclusion...

"Let's do it..."

Cherri had a huge smile on her face hearing Amelia's answer. An hour had passed and Amelia and her friend Cherri had their plan all worked out.

"Now lets go get Kevin," Amelia said.

Kevin was downstairs in the refrigerator making himself a snack since the parents wasn't home yet.

"Oh Kevin..." he heard his sister's sexy voice calling out.

Kevin lifted his head from the refrigerator, only to have Cherri sneak up behind him with a clothe and placed it over his mouth and nose. Kevin struggled to free himself but quickly started to lose consciousness. Once Kevin was out cold, Amelia and Cherri lifted him up by his feet and arms and carried him upstairs.

Minutes later, Kevin suddenly awaken after cold water was splashed in his face. 

"What the?!" Kevin shouted out.

Once he regained full consciousness, he looked down to see himself in his underwear, bounded by both his hands and feet to a chair.

"Hey... What the fuck is going on?" asked a confused Kevin.

He looked around the room to see he was in his bedroom with wall to wall naked pictures of big breasted models. He then looked over to see Cherri bended over and using his computer. She was clothed in nothing but an oversized black shirt, black panties, and black ankle socks. Kevin couldn't help but to trail his eyes from her big feet to her luscious apple-bottom ass. His cock started to twitch.

"Hey... Hey Cherri... What the fuck is going on? Why am I tied up and in my underwear? What are you doing in my room?" Kevin asked.

Cherri turned around with a sinister smile on her face. Kevin couldn't help but to look at the giant lumps that bulged from beneath her cumbersome sized shirt. His cock grew harder at the voluptuous sight. Cherri noticed his sudden focus.

"Like theses?" Cherri asked, as she wobbled and swayed her huge braless tits at Kevin.

Kevin drooled and nodded his head like a brainless zombie.

"Then, you'll love theses..." Cherri teased, as Kevin's sexy sister Amelia walked into the room wearing nothing but a white bottom-up flannel shirt and green panties.

Kevin's eyes bugged out, his jaw dropped, and his cock throbbed at the sight of his succulent college sister. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra by the heavy hanging of her monster tits, jiggling and bobbing gently, and the stiffness of her tiny nipples pressed against the fabric of her shirt.

"I think he does love theses," said Amelia. "OH MY! Looks like his friend just found his way out of hiding..."

Cherri and Amelia stood side by side and giggled as they looked at Kevin. Kevin looked down and saw his hard cock had escaped his underwear through the slit.

"Is everything set up?" Amelia asked Cherri.

"Is everything set up?" questioned Kevin.

"Yes ma'am. The webcam is up and running," Cherri answered.

"Webcam? What? What's going on here?" asked a confused Kevin.

"A little thing called payback Kevin..." said Amelia, as she walked over to Kevin and stuffed one of his stinky socks into his mouth.

With the webcam on and the girls was now live on the Internet, Cherri kneeled in front of Kevin and grabbed his hard cock.

"He has a nice size cock Amelia."

She stroked and jerked his hard ramrod. Kevin moaned with the sock in his mouth. Cherri kissed and licked his throbbing cockhead. She lightly suckled on the edges of his cockhead. With one hand, she continued to jerk his hard staff and with the other, she pulled out his hairy balls and fondled them in the palm of her hand.

"His crotch does stink a little," Cherri giggled and mentioned, as she dived her mouth down upon his pulsing raw meat. 

Kevin tilted his head and moaned as Cherri sucked his cock and played with his fat balls. Amelia watched on as she sat in the corner of the room out of the webcam's view. Amelia wasn't as experience with giving head or having sex like her friend Cherri. Amelia was still a virgin but had given blowjobs and hand jobs to two former boyfriends. She knew she had power over men with her looks but she wanted a guy to like her for more then just her appearance. She watched on intense at her friend sucking her brother's cock. She also thought to herself if she could actually go through with everything that's going to happen tonight.

Cherri flopped her big shirt-clad tits up on Kevin's lap. Kevin grunted as he felt the heavy weight of those soft tits. His cock throbbed harder between Cherri's sucking lips. Cherri buried her face in Kevin's fuzzy patch of mildewed pubic hairs. His cock was deep in the back of her throat and she savored the meaty rod and sucked hard enough to rip the skin off his boner. Saliva poured out of her mouth and drenched his balls. She pulled the cock out of her mouth and sucked up and down the slick sides before deep-throating the cock back between her lips.

Kevin was losing his mind at the incredible blowjob he received. His toes curled in his socks and his moans was loud even with the sock in his mouth.

Cherri turned and looked at Amelia with the cock still stuffed in her mouth and nodded for her to come over. Amelia took a deep breath and walked into the webcam view. Cherri gave Kevin one last suck before pulling up and letting his saliva-coated hard pulse in the air. Amelia started doing a sensual dance in front of her horny brother. He looked on and watched her monstrous tits bounce and sway with her movements. As she danced, she slowly unbuttoned the flannel shirt to the last button. Cherri stood behind Amelia, grabbed the collar of the shirt and with one swoop, pulled the shirt down and off her body. Kevin's heart raced faster then normal as Amelia stood in front of him wearing nothing but a white tank top and green panties. The bottom of the tank top rested above her navel as it stuck tightly around her watermelon size endowments. Massive amounts of tit flesh bulged from above and sides of the tight tank top. Kevin swore his sister was smuggling basketballs beneath the tight top. Her tiny nipples, rock-hard, from obliviously enjoying the show by Cherri.

Amelia raised her arms above her head and bounced up and down on her toes. Her gigantic heavy and squashy tits bounced and bobbed inside the tank top. She shook her body from side to side, swaying her meaty utters and making them ripple like ocean waves. She made her unremarkable tits bounce around in obscene circles to the lustful eyes of her brother and thousands watching on the Internet. You could actually hear the sounds of her tits slapping against her skin as they flopped around. His cock had never felt so hard in his life and wanting to cum never felt so painful. He desperately wanted to jack off and relieve himself of blueballs.

She mauled, kneaded, and fluffed virgin mammoth mammaries with her own tiny hands. She passionately jiggled and shook her giant spongy breasts and hear the mumblings of her brother crying to be free. While one hand felt up her tits, she moved the other down her body and sensually rubbed her moist crotch. Cherri looked on, still kneeled in front of Kevin with lustful eyes towards her long-time friend. Unknown to Amelia, Cherri had been an admirer of her enormous breasts ever since she blossomed. Cherri herself would love to have her way with them.

Suddenly doing the marvelous and aesthetic tit play, Cherri's cell phone vibrates. She crawls off cam and answers it. She hung up after a second.

"Looks like our special guest had arrived. You guys are in for a big surprise!" Cherri announced.

Cherri smiled at Amelia and walked out of her room. Amelia continued to fondled herself as she walked closer to her bounded brother. His cock throbbed extremely hard at her. The cockhead ballooned up and turned purple. Amelia turned around and stuck her ample ass in her brother's face. She jiggled her voluptuous ass cheeks and Kevin could do nothing but stare in pain just like everyone watching over the Internet.

"I'm back!" announced Cherri, as she entered the room with a handsome male guest...



Revenge is Sweet Ch. 01



"I hate the smell of olive oil. For a while, I thought it was something arbitrary, something unexplainable, like it was some sort of mental allergy. Then, one day, I realised why.

I was a young girl when it first happened. My father had gone through a bad patch and had hocked just about everything that could be hocked, just to keep the creditors at bay. When one more bill came in, he looked straight at me, and, despite my mother's strident protests, promptly had me sold away.

At that point, I had had no experience of sex, and very little contact with the opposite gender. Oh, don't get me wrong, I was 18 when it finally happened, but when Father sold me off 3 years earlier, I did not understand or know what it was that men did to women in their darkened bedrooms. My first 3 years were spent in hard labor, as I slaved in the kitchen, then began cleaning the rooms in the manor I was residing in. All the while, the woman who bought me scolded me like I was the most worthless thing on Earth; yet, she never laid a hand on me. In fact, she would smooth cream on my skin after my days' work, telling me that I would fetch a handsome price when it came my time.

At the time, I wondered what she meant by that. I thought it strange and a little unsettling that a woman who was not my mother would insist on paying such loving attention to me at night, while she screamed at me like a banshee during the day. Thankfully, I never referred to the woman who paid for me as "mother", because that would have completely screwed up my concept of the term. Especially the way I was set up the day after my 18th birthday.

I don't remember how it happened -- I suppose I could have been drugged or something -- but I remember suddenly waking up and finding myself in the dark. Oh it was daytime alright -- I could sense the warmth and light of day, as well as the movements of people around me and beyond the black hood that covered my head, I was certain there was daylight. But when I opened my eyes, all I could see was the dark, heavy cloth that covered my head. Then, I realized that I was bound by my elbows and knees, and was hanging off the ceiling. At least, that was what it felt like, because when I tried to move, I felt myself swinging... much like one of those chickens you see hanging in the windows of a Chinese restaurant.

And like those chickens, I was gloriously and undoubtedly naked. Not a stitch on me. I could feel a breeze blowing against my bare skin, on my breasts and further down, where... where no one had a right to see. Worse, I could hear the sounds of men talking nearby. They were laughing and making remarks that seemed strange to me. That scared the hell out of me because, as I'd already told you, I was not wise in the ways of the world, much less in what men wanted from a scared young girl that was hanging naked from the ceiling.

Suddenly, I felt something wet being squirted onto my private parts... and without warning, the first one came in. He had no finesse, no regard for my feelings, thrusting himself into my secret place down below like he was stuffing a turkey. I screamed in pain as I was impaled, the sensation of my flesh being parted and stretched by an alien object both curious and horrifying. What was I being stabbed with? Why was he trying to kill me? What had I done wrong? I sobbed and screamed again as his shaft met, then breached a barrier deep within me, sending further shivers of pain up and down my body.

Rough, callused hands descended on my breasts, kneading, pulling and pinching at my nipples, pulling me down towards the prong that was invading me, making me groan in shock and pain. I grasped at the ropes I was suspended from and tried desperately to pull myself away, away from the ever-encroaching thing that was threatening to split me in two.

He laughed. "That's it, love. Fight it. That's just perfect!" he whispered in my ear as I fought desperately to get away. "I love it!"

I could do little, suspended as I was, to prevent him from claiming me completely. I gasped when I felt the thing hit something deep inside me. It felt like the bottom of my stomach, and I wondered if he intended to thrust his weapon through the rest of my body. I was quivering, certain that I was near death, yet I was resigned to my fate. There was nothing I could do but wait. He had his weapon deep inside me, and I had no way of begging for mercy, much less removing the offending prong that was threatening my life.

Then I realized that I could feel his wiry fur in between by thighs. It suddenly became clear to me that the weapon with which he had stabbed me was a part of his body, no different from his arm or leg. That gave me hope that I would survive this ordeal, along with an overpowering sense of disgust and shame. What was this man doing, thrusting his body part into that secret part of me? What did he intend? I had kept mostly to myself as a young girl, and even when I worked for the woman who paid for me, I worked alone and spoke to no one... so I knew nothing of what was to come.

He noticed that I was keeping still and no longer fighting him, so he pinched me hard on my breasts, making me cry out in pain. "Are you getting used to this in your pussy, sweetheart? Don't get too comfy!"

When he started to pull his prong out of me, I dared believe that my ordeal was over -- such was my innocence then -- but he was to prove me wrong. Just as the tip of his weapon was about to slip out of my poor "pussy" (as he had called it), he thrust upwards ferociously, thrusting the air out of my lungs in a loud grunt. He laughed, and proceeded to saw his prong into and out of my private place, his pace making breathing difficult for me. Thankfully, he did not take too long in finishing, and in the midst of the discomfort and (thankfully diminishing) pain down below, I felt a gush of fluid spurting inside me.

I would have wondered about what that feeling meant, had I had the time to think about it. As it was, I was given precious little time to recover before the next man was upon me. This one was rather less intrusive, by which I mean his prong was shorter and leaner, so I experienced less pain from the repeated intrusions into my privates. Thus was I introduced to the notion that prongs differ from man to man, in terms of length, girth and hardness.

By the time the fourth man came and went, I was pretty much tired, and my pussy was sore. I wondered how many more men would come, and suddenly, I could smell olive oil. As I tell you about it now, I am repulsed to the point of vomiting at the mere memory of it, but then, I had no clue what the smell would come to signify for me.

What was he doing? Did he intend to cook something? Or cook me? Visions of a pot of boiling water under my naked and now dripping bum made me squirm. I swear I could feel the heat under me. Oh, what did he intend for me?

The answer came in a most unexpected way. I felt the oil being squirted on me down below, but not where the cooling fluids of the men who had come before were dripping out of me. No, it was being squirted up somewhere else. I wondered if he might have been shortsighted to have missed my sore hole... then I felt his prong pressing up against the same spot where he had squirted the oil.

No! I felt the oily tip of his prong press inward, my soft flesh no match for his persistence. I squirmed hard, trying to move him forward to where I knew he wanted to go. I badly wanted to tell him he was missing the place all the men were aiming for. But no, his aim was true.

I gasped out loud as the head of his prong stretched and pierced through my oily shitter. He was inside my bum! I grasped at the ropes and pulled at them again, desperately trying to lift myself up and away from him, but the man's insistence and superior strength prevailed... my poor backside was cruelly skewered by his slippery prong. Too late, I thought to use my muscles to push down on it, much like the way I would force my shit out when I was in a hurry. That slowed him down a little, but it did not stop him. I could feel the triumph in his grunts as his prong slid upwards and inwards, exploring me in places that were not meant to be explored thus.

I cried out in despair and pain... the sensation of being impaled in my bum was unsettling and far more painful than that of being impaled in my pussy. At the time, however, I had no way of knowing what it was that he intended, forcing his way into my backside like that. It felt... wrong, like it was not meant to happen. And I really did not understand, even then, the pleasure that men derived from the act of intercourse, especially if it was perpetrated upon an unwilling body.

"Relax," he suddenly whispered in my ear. "Relax and it won't hurt so much."

I don't know if it was the suddenness of the suggestion or if it had been hurting so badly that I would have tried anything to get relief. As it was, I did relax, and he rewarded me by ramming the rest of his cock into my throbbing, aching behind. I did not scream because he was right -- it did hurt a lot less when I didn't resist. So I did what I had to do to save myself from further pain or damage -- I held my bum open and let him have his way with it, and tried my best not to throw up.

I daresay I did succeed because I don't remember smelling anything in that hood other than the nauseating smell of olive oil. I kept myself as still as I could as his prong poked its way in and out of my bum. I could hear his breathing become louder and harsher as his pace increased, the loud squelching and slapping of flesh on flesh vibrating in my backside merging into a long, unending liquid sound. I couldn't wait for him to finish, but I had to wait for quite a while... and when he did finish, I felt his prong twitch and expand, before there was a huge gush of warm fluid spurting inside my shitter. I shuddered in disgust and horror, and let my body go limp while his prong jerked wildly in my straining bum.

He took forever to finish and get out me, perhaps because my own muscles were spasming in pain. But as he finally withdrew that punishing prong, he whispered in my ear that I was "the best he'd ever had" and that he'd "be back for seconds", and I suddenly realized what my fate was to be. I was to join the ranks of the "ladies" who regularly used the rooms I cleaned, whose laughter would tinkle gaily within those rooms when I walked past. I was to become just like them, a "thing" to be transacted, to be bought and sold, my time and body a good for trading.

I would have sobbed had I had the strength, but I didn't even have the time to contemplate what that meant, for the next one was upon me. This went on for quite a bit... how long, I don't know, but it was certainly deep into the afternoon when the hood was finally lifted off my head and I was allowed to drop onto the floor, my limbs numb and crawling with pinpricks from the prolonged lack of circulation. Down below, I could feel the mixed fluids of all the men who had spent themselves in me, cold and clotted, dripping onto the floor from my ravaged orifices.

I actually thought my ordeal was over for the day when they released me from my bonds. I was wrong. As I raised my eyes, I saw a naked man for the first time. I guess I didn't know what to expect, but when I saw the monstrous things hanging between their legs, red and angry and pointing at me, I knew for the first time what it was that I had been impaled upon. He was grinning as he walked towards me, his penis swinging menacingly, his eyes fixed upon my face. Behind him, I saw a large group of men, similarly naked, looking expectantly in my direction.

When he reached me, he grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my gaping mouth. The move was so unexpected I had no time to react. Then he growled "Bite it and I'll slice off your tits, bitch!" and although I only found out later that he meant harm to my breasts, I obediently complied, opening my mouth as wide as I could.

"Not like that, you stupid cunt!" he roared. "Suck on it like a lollipop!" I did as he bade, closing my eyes and trying to lie to myself that I was indeed sucking on a confection... even though the thick, fleshy knob of the thing tasted nothing like any sweet.

"Open your eyes!" he slapped me on the back of my head, driving his cock deeper in my mouth than anything had ever gone before. I gagged, my throat convulsing around his invading prong, and he seemed to like that. "Look at me, wench!"

Again, I did as I was told, gazing up past the black wiry hair of his pubis. He was ugly, and he didn't look like a nice man. "That's it, bitch. Open up and lick it with your tongue!"

As I tried my best to move my tongue around the thick stem in my mouth, he started to fuck my throat. He went slowly at first, then began to piston his weapon faster and faster, so much so I found it hard to draw breath. I don't remember how long it took for him to finish, and I think I might have blacked out a little because of the lack of air, because the next thing I was aware of, hot liquid was splashing down the back of my throat, the thick, pungent odor of his spunk filling my nostrils.

When he withdrew, I collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath, coughing up wads of semen. It was agony and seemed to go on for a bit, but it couldn't have been that long before the next man came up and demanded the same. I don't know how many more men made use of my mouth, my cunt and asshole on my first day... but I do know that I learned the words pussy, cunt, clitoris, beaver, asshole, bunghole from the men who made such rough use of my body.

It was evening when the men were finally done with me. I was beyond caring what was happening around me, and lying on the floor like a soiled rag doll when the woman who bought me suddenly appeared, bringing towels, hot water, and her soothing cream. For the first time, I understood what it was like to be grateful towards and disgusted with the same person at the same time. I cried out as she cleaned my sore and abraded nether region, and I think she spoke soothing words which did not register at all in my mind.

Nothing else registered. In fact, the only impression I have of that day was the smell of olive oil."

She turned away when she finished speaking, and I wondered if Emily did not want me to see the tear she was shedding for her lost innocence, or if it was just a natural gesture of hers, just before undressing and getting ready for bed.

I was both appalled and intrigued by Emily's story, primarily because it involved Madame L., a well-known socialite with a taste for luxury and indulgence, and a paragon of virtue in town.

I was new to the area, and, having heard about the grand parties that L. threw, finagled a way to attend one. It was certainly an eye-opener, because I saw many upright, outstanding citizens behaving in far less than the upright, outstanding ways they portrayed to the rest of the world. After dinner and drinks, the dancing began. Women suddenly appeared. Very pretty women, who did not seem to mind in the least that the men at the party were most pre-occupied with disrobing them.

That was when I saw Emily for the first time. She was an almost ethereal presence, a cool, collected woman who really looked quite different from the rest of the women. She floated in to the room and our eyes met in an instant. I quickly beckoned her over, and she did as I bade, even though the mayor, a Christian who sat in the front pews of the town church and spoke most vigorously against the moral turpitude of the young, made a desperate grab at her arm when he saw her.

Emily never fully explained to me why she came over to me then. Initially, she said she felt pity for me, as I was sitting alone and did not have the attentions of any of the other ladies. Then she said it was Madame L. who instructed her to come over. Finally, after we had had a number of these little chats, she told me she had felt safe when she looked into my eyes. And I had proven her right.

Oh, I am no different from any other man my age. I do have an eye for the ladies, and I certainly am able to do the things that men do to women. I was certainly tempted by the delectable Emily, for she was certainly a feast for the eyes both with and without her clothes... but I was far more keen to satisfy my curiosity first. She just didn't fit in that scene of debauchery, you see, at Madame L.'s party. All the other ladies who were there -- they were pretty, charming and sexy too -- but every single one of them looked like they belonged there, where clothes were being tossed aside with as much gusto as a starving man would show towards his first bite of food. The girls, they looked every bit the part of the eager-to-please tart, and they behaved as lewdly and as brazenly as you would expect any sailor would at his first shore leave.

Not Emily. She looked above it all. Not that she had any airs about her, nor that she appeared to look down on the other young women who were so lustily showing off their wares to all and sundry... she was certainly not unwilling to disrobe when I first brought her back to my room. But there was no hunger about her, no feral desire to please. She moved with a grace and dignity that was quite unlike the rest of her fellow "ladies".

She looked quite shocked when I stopped her at the third button of her blouse. Just underneath it, I could see the swell of her breast, and I marvelled at the milky smoothness, the gentle rise and fall of it as she breathed. And I was sorely tempted to let her continue, so I could see the rest of her well-formed body... an undoubtedly voluptuous body that remained hidden from my eyes.

But no, I had to satisfy my hunger for knowledge first. It was more important for me to find out what it was that a girl like her was doing in a place like that -- no matter how cliched that sounded.

"What is it?" she enquired, a looked of bemusement entering her eyes. Then, a glimmer of understanding. "Oh, I see. You would rather do this while I remain clothed..."

"Not quite," I smiled at her. My voice was firm, and she told me later that she detected note of kindness and concern that surprised her. "I understand your name is Emily?"

"Yes, quite," she replied, making no attempt to button up her blouse, her hands falling to her sides. "And may I know how you wish to be addressed?"

"Many people know me as John," I replied. "But you are most astute. I am known as Matthew only to those who care to ask."

"That is most interesting," she smiled at me, and moved closer to me. "Matthew and John. You must tell me why you are known by such different names." 

"That would take me quite a while," I said, moving to the bed and patting on the space beside me. "I'm not sure we would have enough time for me to tell you my life story."

"Well, Matthew," she sashayed towards me, then gently perched herself on the edge of the bed. Her movements were both graceful and beguiling, and I imagine it was calculated to cause a rush of desire in the man who witnessed it. Hell, it's not like it didn't work on me too... but I had other things I wanted to get out of the way first. "We certainly could arrange to spend more time together... if that is your desire."

"Oh, it most certainly is. But not in the way you are thinking, my dear."

Her eyes widened. "But why... do you not find me appealing?"

"Definitely, Emily. May I call you Ems? You can call me Matt. I much prefer that we adopt a more casual tone in our conversations."

"Ah... by your use of the plural, I assume you wish to meet with me more than just this once?" Her eyes were dancing as she said this, and I could see she was pleased with the idea.

"Yes, you assume correctly. I do hope we can meet many more times."

"Then what is your wish?" Her hands moved up to her blouse once more, where they were stopped by mine. I held on to them to make my intentions clear.




Revenge is Sweet Ch. 01



"I wish to..."

"Perhaps you prefer a more... adventurous route? A different door to the one used by most? I can most certainly offer..."

"Ems, you're getting me wrong," I interrupted her. "I AM interested in sex, and most certainly with a lady as delectable as yourself. But I do have a problem, and that is that I have great difficulty sharing a bed with someone with whom I've not had any reasonable sort of relationship."

"Very well, Matt," she said, scooting back onto the bed and reaching out for my shoulders. "From whence do you hail? You look a little tired..."

"No, Ems, that won't do," I said catching her hands once more. "I'm not looking for some sort of "fake relationship". I'd really like to know more about you. Who you really are. What you think and how you feel. I want us to talk about you, not me."

She stared at me, her mouth slightly open. Damn, the woman was gorgeous.

I continued as her silence continued. She was probably too stunned to speak. "I realise that what I am asking from you is much more than anyone has ever asked of you before. I don't expect that you will trust me enough to tell me too much for now. I only want you to know that I will not demand from you anything that you are unwilling to give."

I saw a glimmer of a tear at the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip trembled slightly as she looked away.

"Come here, Ems," I said, reaching out to her, and as she moved into my arms, I gave her a firm hug. I felt her quiver as if she was overcome by emotion, but she did not sob nor speak. All she did was cling to me, her head buried in my chest.

"It's late," I mumbled into her fragrant hair. "It's time for us to go to bed."

She nodded, her head bumping against my chest, but remained in my arms.

"Ems, here's the deal -- you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable doing. And I'll speak to Madame L. tomorrow about engaging you for the rest of the month. That means you'll come here every night instead of that establishment. No, wait... it'll be better if you packed your things and moved in here."

She nodded again, but did not move otherwise.

"Good girl. Let's get ready for bed."

At that, she rose, pulled me up and undressed me before undressing herself. I was right in my initial assessment of Emily -- she possessed a body that was as lusciously sinful as any woman had a right to be. Her breasts were neither to large nor too small, firm yet soft. Her torso tapered to a waist that seemed almost impossibly small, then flared into hips that were womanly without being overly fleshy. Of her pubic hair, there was none -- she would explain later that she had been treated with some sort of concoction that had removed them just before her induction to Madame L.'s house of sin -- and her sex was a tiny, almost imperceptible slit of pink sitting low at the base of her abdomen. Her legs were long and well-proportioned, their skin silky smooth and white as the clouds on a sunny day.

I would have whistled in appreciation, if not for my fear that it would wreck the mood I had created with our first little chat. Instead, I just gave her an appreciative glance, then turned to the bedside light. As I did so, I caught a shy smile that played on her lips.

"I... have no bedclothes to speak of, Matt," she explained as the room was plunged into darkness. "We do not, as a rule, wear such things in our line of work."

"Well, we'll have to do something about that," I said, turning around to pull her close to me. "Tomorrow, we'll go shopping."

I heard her sigh into the pillow and smiled to myself as I fell asleep.

Thus our first night was spent. I remember little of it, other than that I awoke a couple of times and found her snuggled up as close to me as possible each time.

It took her about a week before she took the initiative, waking me up in the middle of the night and slipping my cock deep into her taut, sucking orifice as she rode me to what she told me was her first orgasm. All the while, we spent whatever time we managed to find chatting. It started with just general chitchat -- I expect she was still nervous and unsure of what to expect or she was worried about my true intentions -- but as she got more comfortable, she shared more of her early life with me.

After three weeks, I finally got her to tell me her story about how she had fallen into Madame L.'s clutches. Ems had hesitated a fair bit, and indeed, seemed reluctant to speak of it... but her adverse reaction to our meal earlier in the evening had set the stage for her revelation, as it were, because I'd ordered a meal that included a healthy helping of olive oil.

I can't say I slept well that night, but I think she had a far better night than she had had for a while. Me, I tossed and turned, the images of poor Em's torturous introduction to sexual intercourse playing on my mind. I think what made it horrific was the matter-of-fact manner in which she described what had happened. She sounded so collected, so calm, as if she were just describing how she'd had tea with friends.

Morning came far sooner than I expected it, and I spent a good part of the day pondering over her story. Fortunately, I had been burdened with a healthy inheritance by my father and uncles, and had no need (or desire) to spend my day earning my keep. I did leave the apartment as I normally did though, also because I had made up my mind by then on my course of action.

For her part, Emily seemed to notice that I'd been affected by her story, because when we got ready for bed she enquired if I was alright, then apologized for telling me her sordid story. 

"Matt... I'm sorry," she suddenly said when our conversation came to a pause. "I did not mean for you..."

"There's nothing to be sorry about, Ems," I smiled at her. She was certainly perceptive. "In fact, I really appreciate your telling me your story. I know it couldn't have been easy thinking about what happened."

"I... yes, well, I thought I should," she said, and I was surprised to see tears at the corners of her eyes. "After all, you've been very nice to me, buying me these clothes and treating me to such nice meals... I thought I should tell you now since... our month is almost up."

I looked solemnly at her. "And that makes you... sad?"

"I... I know you'll think it a part of a whore's repertoire, to pretend sadness at our parting so you'll come calling again, but..."

"Ems, I've never thought of you as a whore. Not for a moment. Not from the first time I laid eyes upon you."

"I... but why?"

"I cannot explain it myself, Ems, but you stood out from the rest when I saw you at Madame L.'s. It was like I was at a fairground and everything and everyone else was going round and round, but you... you were an angel that did not fit in the general hubbub of the place. That's also why I never questioned the veracity of your story."

"How... didn't you expect that I was just telling you a story?"

"Ems, it was when you said it, and the way you said it, that convinced me. I believe you. That's why I..."

"Thank you, Matt," she cried, grabbing me in a hug, her breasts pressing up hard against my chest. "Thank you for believing. And thank you for this month. It's been... wonderful."

She had buried her head in my chest so I couldn't hear the catch in her words, but I knew she was upset.

"Ems, there's something I have to tell you."

"Don't. Don't. Just hold me."

"No, I really need to tell you this. Ems, I've... bought your debt from Madame L. At a pretty fair price, I should say, and it certainly wasn't easy getting her to agree. It seems there's a fair number of men who have enquired after you."

"I... you did what..?"

"I paid Madame L. a fair price for your freedom. You needn't go back to that place anymore."

"You paid... for me? But... why? I'm just a whore..."

"No, you're not," I grabbed her by her shoulders and pulled her away from me so I could look her squarely in her eyes. "You're not a whore. You never were. And you're certainly not now."

"So you... you..." she stammered, as the thought slowly settled in her mind. "Thank you, Matt. Thank you."

"Ems, you're free to go back home now, if you wish," I said gently to her. "There is nothing holding you back. In fact, what we'll do is go shopping one more time tomorrow so you can buy more clothes to bring home."

"I... but there is," she blurted, her eyes locked on mine. She looked very determined, indeed. "You paid for me, so I am yours now, to do with as you please."

"Ems, I'm sure there are lots of men out there who would be pleased to hear that from you, but..."

"Why? Do I not please you? Do you find me repulsive?" Ems' lips curled downwards, her eyes dropping down to my chest. "I know I'm only..."

"Ems! Listen to me! You're not a whore. You were never meant to be one!" I spoke sharply to get her attention. Her eyes rose to meet mine again.

"I... Matt, I can cook and clean and..."

"I wasn't looking for a slave, Ems," I smiled at her once more. "It would make me most happy knowing that you are away from that hellish life."

"Thank you, Matt. I really do appreciate what you've done. But I don't understand why..."

"It's simple, really. I'm wealthy only because my father and uncles exploited those who needed money. When they passed on, I determined that I would do my best to give back to those in need, as reparation for my father's and uncles' sins."

"Reparation? Is that all we... I mean..?"

"No, Ems... I have to say that helping you means more than just repaying my father's debt to society."

"Then why are you asking me to go away?"

"Well... I guess I assumed you had better things you wanted to do with your life. Like going back home, for example."

"And what makes you think my father would take me back now? Where can I go?"

"I... I was about to discuss some financial matters with you, but I realise that this is not a good time..."

"Damned right it's not," her eyes flashed. Emily was certainly beautiful when she was angry. "I'm not taking any more of your money! And in case you don't realise it, your words say I'm not a whore but your actions say otherwise."

"OK, OK," I put my hands on her shoulders to calm her down, but she shrugged them away. "I'm sorry, Ems. Look, I really am."

She burst into tears, surprising me. Ems had always maintained an air of calm detachment, so I hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her.

"I... I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'm... forgetting myself. I'm a prostitute. I shouldn't expect..."

"EMS!" I raised my voice at her, shocking her into momentary silence. "OK, I admit it, I haven't thought this through. You're the first one I've tried to help, and I'm sorry that my preparations have been so shoddy."

She kept quiet, but drew closer to me, still sobbing.

"Ems, you mean a lot to me," I spoke into her hair. "I'm not just saying that. But my... lifestyle isn't something many women look forward to. Look, I've only just started on this journey to repay my father's sins, and I don't know how long it'll be until I settle down. That means no home, no family, so..."

"So what'll become of me?" she asked, her voice muffled by my shirt. "I can't go back because my father won't want a whore for a daughter. And I don't... I can't imagine going back to working as a prostitute."

"I really hope you won't, Ems," I murmured, stroking her hair. "It's my fervent wish that you not go back to that kind of life. It doesn't suit you."

"Then take me with you," she said, raising her head from my chest and looking into my eyes. Her eyes were bright, determined. "It doesn't matter if... I gave up on the idea of marriage or a home a long time ago. Take me with you, and I'll help you on your quest."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked the question even as an idea formed in my mind. Having Emily along would be a great help indeed, also because people tended to be more suspicious of a single man. What was it they said? An single man is like a thief in the night, or something like that.

She nodded, smiling. Her eyes were bright, and I suddenly realised that her dress had fallen off her shoulders and she was standing there naked. Her hands were busy with my trousers, which quickly puddled at my feet. My cock was standing straight out, brushing against her soft skin as she stood up.

"You know, Matt... since you've bought me, perhaps I should start paying you back? In kind?" Her eyes were dancing as she turned and led me to the bed.

Yes, this would be a most interesting partnership indeed.



Revenge is Sweet Ch. 01



The story starts off rather slowly, but will have far more sex involved in the subsequent chapters. Hope you enjoy!

-AmorousFucker

*

I had known Bobby for years. We played football together in high school, and both of us went to State upon graduation: him on an athletic scholarship, me on an academic one. Bobby had always been the typical star athlete; he slept around, blabbed to everyone about each "conquest" in the locker room, bullied the nerds and band geeks, and generally made an ass out of himself all the way around. His temper was famous throughout grade school, too, and being that he's 6'4 and about 240, he didn't run into many who would stand up to him.

I, on the other hand, never fit the mold of being a jock. I was athletic enough to make All-Metro as a senior and garner interest from a couple of smaller Division I programs, but I also graduated fourth in our class, and was popular with virtually every crowd in school. Certainly had my share of pussy, as well, but was far more respectful about it and developed a quiet reputation amongst the female student body for both my discretion and my prowess in bed.

Anyway, even though we had played football together and our parents were friends, we'd never really been that close, mostly because he was such an asshole. When we got to college, however, he tried to talk me into tutoring him. He wasn't dumb, but he'd spent high school partying, and as a result he wasn't able to get through even remedial math without help. When he first approached me near the beginning of our sophomore year, I balked; I mean, why should I do anything for this jerk? Another month or so went by before he asked again, and he seemed so genuinely humbled that I decided to help. The under the table money one of the assistant coaches gave me didn't make the decision any harder, but it truly seemed Bobby was figuring out that the world wasn't his playground.

So we started a somewhat awkward friendship, and I learned that he had, indeed, softened his attitude. He was even cordial to the geeks and nerds whom he would have ridiculed mercilessly just two years before, which was definite progress...but he still treated women like shit. To my knowledge, he never slept with the same girl twice, and he constantly referred to them all as sluts. Given that I was friends with some of those he would "nail and bail," a line he stole from a movie that made him feel clever to say, I knew exactly how much many of them were not at all slutty, but to his credit he generally kept quiet outside of me and a few others who went to high school with us, and most of his conquests didn't have any regrets afterward. 

Then he had to go and fuck my ex, Jane, the same ex that I was still talking to about getting back together. She didn't know Bobby and I even knew each other because we started dating a couple of months after Bobby finished his first math class and broke up right before the current semester, when he had his second, and he and I didn't really hang out other than when I was tutoring him. He knew, however, exactly who Jane was, and how I felt about her. Toward the end of the semester, we were pretty close to getting back together. I had a date all planned out to propose to her; she was absolutely everything I'd ever wanted, or so I thought, and I still regretted having let her go so easily. When I asked her out, however, she already had plans to go to a concert with girlfriends, so I just put it off until the next weekend, which was the first after finals. I rationalized it might not be such a bad idea to study, anyway, so I could finish out my junior year with (hopefully) only one B, which would be just my second of college altogether. As fate would have it, my final tutoring session with Bobby was right after I had asked Jane out. I had mentioned her and our relationship in passing a few times through the semester, and I knew he found her attractive, but he had never gone after any of his friends' girls even in high school, so I didn't think anything of it. Well, I ended up telling him of her plans and how I was just going to wait until after classes were over, which garnered a slap on the back. "Don't worry about it, bud," he said, "she'll be back in your bed in no time." Looking back, I should have known there was something behind that smile.

So Saturday I went over to a classmate's apartment to study with him and a couple other Computer Science guys, and between the four of us, we were able to make much quicker work of it than I'd imagined. We finished every bit of the material for each of the three classes we shared, and as such Mark, the host of our study group, suggested we go out and get a couple of drinks to celebrate. I drove, promising not to drink much so that I'd be able to drive back, and we all planned to just crash back there till the morning. 

The bar wasn't that crowded, which made it all the more fun, but also made last call closer to midnight than it normally was. We got back to the apartment complex around 12:30, and I noticed a fire red Mustang GT convertible sitting outside the next set of apartments. "I didn't know Bobby Kelvin lived out here," I said. The car had been a gift from one of the school's boosters as a "sweetener" to ensure that he come play at State instead of moving out west. 

"Yeah, he just moved in this January, I think he got a bonus for being all conference," Mark joked. "I'm actually surprised he's back so soon. He was talking about pulling an all nighter at the concert."

Hearing that made my blood run cold. "What concert?" I asked, trying to restrain from showing emotion. "Some country group playing across town," Mark answered. "He was bragging yesterday about having gotten tickets at the last minute. Even asked me if I wanted to go because he said he needed a wing man, that he had a fine piece lined up and she'd be there with friends, but that kind of music just isn't my thing. Besides, we'd already decided on studying tonight." None of them had any clue that Bobby and I knew each other, and given that his car was so well known around campus, they didn't think twice about my awareness of who it belonged to.

After parking, the other three went back inside, but I said I wanted to go on back and sleep in my own bed, so we said our goodbyes. I waited until they were safely inside, then circled around the complex and came back to Bobby's building. There was only one light on, and I could tell that the window was open with just the blinds blocking my view, but obviously I had no idea if it was his room or not. "Still, I've gotta know," I said quietly to no one in particular.

I got out of my car and walked toward the window, and as I got close, I could hear that there was definitely fucking going on. "Yeah, baby, you like that?" Yep, that's Bobby. But I still didn't know who he was with. I could hear her moaning, though. Doing the only thing I could think of, I pulled out my phone and dialed Jane. 

Sure enough, I heard her ring tone from the other side of the blinds. The sex noises slowed, but didn't stop, and then I heard Bobby ask who it was. "Just Nick, my ex. Probably wants to find out how the concert was; I'll call later."

Bobby laughed. "Oh you will, huh? What if I just want to keep on fucking you?" 

Jane audibly snorted. "Please. Have you ever spent more than one night with a girl?"

"Not really," Bobby replied, "but your pussy feels good enough that I might want another couple of rounds." I could hear shuffling inside, and presumed they were changing positions. After a few seconds, Jane let out a low, guttural moan, which I knew meant he was taking her from behind. 

"Well, we might be able to work something out. We're having dinner next weekend, and his sister already told me he's going to propose." She giggled naughtily, "I'll have to act all surprised, but I've decided to say yes."

I was flabbergasted; my sister, Naomi, was the only person I had told about that, because she'd helped me plan it. I hadn't even know that she and Jane had ever met, much less that they were friends. Naomi was a couple of years older than me, and in graduate school two states over, where our father lived. Even if I had known that she knew Jane, I never would have thought she could betray my plans like that.

I was shaken out of my brief reverie by Bobby's voice. "Aw, come on. You know he's never going to fuck you like this! Does he have eight inches of meat to plow you with?" I could hear the loud THWACK THWACK THWACK of their fucking clearly now, and it was beginning to make me feel sick. I have heard that some guys get turned on by seeing/hearing their significant other with another man, but I'm not one of them. My own cock, a good seven inches when hard, was utterly flaccid.

"No, but come on, you and I both know you aren't the marrying type. Besides, he isn't bad in bed, just a little predictable. Don't worry though. He's so trusting, it's not hard to get some on the side. If you're serious, I'm sure I can find time to squeeze you in every now and then. I need this kind of wild sex sometimes, and Nick can't give it to me." WHAT!? She fucking cheated on me when we were actually together? Up until this point, I had been telling myself that we weren't really a couple, that she just wanted one last fling, but that was the breaker.

"Oh, so you do want to keep getting my dick, huh?" I wanted to kill him. He knew full well that I wanted to get back together, even if I hadn't let him in on the proposal idea, and not only did he go out of his way to pick her up at the concert but he was going to keep fucking her after we'd gotten back together? And here I thought we'd become at least something of friends. He sure seemed friendly when I was helping him learn what a quadratic equation was just two and a half days earlier.

"As long as you don't mind sneaking around some, you can have my pussy anytime you want, big boy." I heard him start to groan as she involuntarily let out squeaking noises, the telltale sign that he was cumming inside of her.

"In that case, you'll have to let me have a copy of that video you shot so I can relive the sensation when you aren't available," Bobby said with weary voice, obviously spent. Come to think of it, she'd recorded our first night together, as well, convincing me by saying she'd never had a cock as big as mine and she wanted to remember it, but she swore she had deleted the file when I asked to copy it a month later, after we'd gotten serious.

"Mmm, I'll think about it. But right now let's get a shower; I want to get clean." I knew that meant she was staying the night. Getting a shower had been her way of giving me time to recuperate before getting me hard again for round two.

I turned and walked unsteadily back to my car, eyes on the ground, heart feeling as if it had been ripped from my chest.



Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02



I never did get around to telling Lucy what the other ground rules were but there seemed no need. For the next two weeks we hardly saw each other and when we did meet normality prevailed, the Saturday night was never mentioned. 

As time wore on a gradual change occurred. She went out less and night time visitors became less frequent. It seemed that she had finally got over the novelty of being away from parental control and was now getting down to serious study.

Looking back I now realise what was happening but at the time I was oblivious. As she was staying in more she was releasing her frustrations by masturbation, at first I could only hear her heavy breathing and quiet moans of pleasure but on each subsequent occasion she made more noise. Initially talking to herself, then shouting, usually describing what she was doing with her vibrator, wine bottle, cucumber, whatever she was using to masturbate with and the noises she made when climaxing grew ever louder. On reflection these sessions only occurred when we were alone in the house. 

Things finally came to a head one Saturday night. The other two were again away for the weekend. I was getting ready to go out when I heard her screams of pleasure which meant only one thing, Lucy was fucking herself. As I opened my bedroom door I could not fail to see that her door was wide open and there she was, laying on the bed, a large dildo in her cunt and a string of beads up her arse. She grinned at me. This was not teasing but provocation, what should I do? 

I went downstairs to get a drink and think. While I was drinking I could hear her moaning with pleasure. Did she want me to go back for sex just to refuse and laugh at me? Or was she challenging me to take her like I had before? All I knew was that my cock was hard and my balls were aching. I went back to my room but left the door open, I could see into her room and watch. She was wearing a top which was pulled up to expose her tits, a skirt pulled up to expose her naked pussy and suspenders and stockings. Her legs were wide apart as she played with her clit and cunt lips. Was this an invitation to fuck her? 

Then I understood, she was wearing the same clothes she had worn the previous time. She was challenging me. Still looking at her I slowly undressed, my cock springing to attention as it was released. Now I was ready to take her on. I walked to her room, entered and stood by the bed.

"So you think you're going to take me again. Think on, I'm awake this time, you'll have to fight for it."

I hesitated. The implication was enormous – rape – at best a long humiliating trial, at worst life imprisonment. I turned to leave the room.

"So you haven't got the balls to try."

The sneer in her voice unmistakeable, I faced her again.

"It's not now but later. After I've fucked the arse off you the police arrive. No thanks."

Now she hesitated. Her plan was unravelling.

"No need to call them. Do you really think an old man like you can pin me down. You'll crawl away with your cock hanging between your legs. And if I'm wrong do you think there'd be any point in me calling the police with my reputation. A jury would believe you any day."

Should I believe her? What was her game?

"So if I win I can fuck you, what do you get if I lose?"

"The humiliation you'll suffer, not only today but every day."

"When you lose you'll be the one humiliated, you'll then know I can take you whenever I want. You'll be my fuck toy."

"If you win I don't deserve to be anything else."

Now I understood, this was a power game. The look on her face told me everything I needed to know, it was a look of challenge and excitement.

"You'll fight but I'll win, I know you want my cock in your cunt."

With that I lunged forward to lay on top of her and stick my cock in her cunt. She brought her legs together and raised her knees. Perhaps I had overestimated her desire and underestimated her determination, this was no token resistance. 

How was I going to hold her down, stop her hands from grasping my cock and balls, for pain not pleasure I might add, and keep her legs spread apart so that I could fuck that slit of hers. The answer came from an unexpected quarter for, during our grappling, one of her pulled away from a suspender. Grabbing hold of the stocking I yanked, the other suspender held but the stocking ripped. Pulling hard I managed to get it over her foot, all this time she was trying to kick me between the legs. With stocking in hand I managed to lay across her legs to stop them moving and grasped her wrists to stop her arms moving. 

Stalemate. 

She couldn't move but I couldn't relax my grip. Finally I managed to bring her thin wrists together and succeeded in grasping them with one hand. As she felt the stocking the stocking go round her wrists her resistance seemed to lessen. 

Was I imagining it or was she beginning the long, slow surrender that would result in her being my fuck slut. Either way it was not going to be an easy victory. Having tied her wrists together I managed to tie them to one leg, one thing about stockings, they do stretch. This still left one leg flailing and trying to kick me where it hurts so there was nothing for it, I grabbed the leg, held it, and yanked the other stocking off. This tied her legs together.

Now she would be mine, or so I thought. With her legs tied together I would have to pull her knees up and take her from behind, every time I tried to reposition her so her feet kicked out. I would have to do something about that but what? Another pair of stockings were draped over the back of her chair, now I knew what to do. I moved the chair close to the bed but how was I going to get her draped over the seat with her legs and arms tied to the chair legs, her wrists and legs were all tied together? Picking her up I placed her on the floor, not easy for she was still struggling, and lay on top of her. Untying her legs from her wrists I eventually managed to get her stomach down on the chair seat, pinning her down with my body. She now realised that resistance was futile but did not co-operate. Her wrists were each tied to a chair leg with the new stockings, her knees similarly tied with the old stockings. It had been quite a struggle for both of us, the smell of sweat, precum and cunt juice was in the air.

I stood up and looked at my conquest. Her black skirt had been ripped but covered her arse, it was stained with precum which had seeped from my cock, so sensual and erotic had the struggle been. I pulled the skirt to her waist to expose her arse and cunt in all their glory. Now the proof that she had also enjoyed the struggle was plain to see, cunt juices were oozing from her cunt lips. 

Now it was my turn to call the tune. I stood in front of her. She lifted her head and looked at me.

"OK. You win. Now give me a good hard fucking."

"You're MY fuck slut! You will be fucked when, and if, I want."

I could see from her eyes that she understood.

A brush on her dressing table now came into play as I began her training. I tested the bristles. Perfect, not too soft and not too stiff, just right for a spanking. Her ass cheeks beckoned, they would not be disappointed. The spanking started with slow, light strokes across those white globes. as the speed and intensity increased so the purring began, she was obviously enjoying the sensations. As the brush strokes got harder and fiercer so the purring gradually changed to the unmistakeable sound of sensuously pleasurable pain. At the same her ass cheeks changed from white to pink to red. I stopped when her yelps changed to one of pure pain There was no point in abusing her, I wanted her to know that with me she would only experience supreme pleasure. The pleasure I knew she had enjoyed, two spots of cunt juice had dripped to the floor as proof.

It was now time for the next stage of my plan. 

As I went to my room she called out.

"Where are you going? Please fuck me! I need to be fucked."

The pleading in her voice unmistakeable. I looked at her, grinned, and went into my room to get my plaited leather belt.

As I returned she looked up and saw the belt. I could see the fear in her eyes.

"It's not what you think."

Squatting in front of her, my hard cock inches from her upturned face, I started to put the belt around her neck. Again that look of fear crossed her face.

"You're a bitch. Bitches need to be on leads, this will be your collar and lead, now put you head down so that I can do it up."

She obeyed.

As she bent her head down my cock left a trail of precum as it slid along her cheek and into her hair. I buckled the belt and laid the excess along her back. 

For the first time I noticed that her tits were hanging over the edge of the chair and not squashed beneath her. Her nipples were erect. I ran a fingernail across and around each before lightly gripping them between finger and thumb. She was purring again. I rolled them between my finger and thumb, gently at first, then my grip increased, the rolling stopped and the squeezing began. Squeeze, relax, squeeze, relax. Each squeeze harder than then before. the reaction and sound was the same as during the spanking. I stopped when she yelped. She now knew that I was in control but she could control the level of pain she received.

Now it was time to fuck.

Kneeling between her legs I saw two more drops of cunt juice on the floor. She was excited! As if to prove it she begged.

"Please, please give me a good hard fucking."

She paused then said.

"Master."

Now I knew I had won but my revenge was not yet complete. She wanted to be fucked hard, she would be but on my terms.

I bent down and flicked her juicy clit with my tongue. She moaned. I licked her cunt lips from clit to arsehole in one long stroke. The smell and taste were exquisite. The action was repeated but this time my tongue was between her cunt lips, licking up her juices. Finally I slid my tongue into her cunt.

"Please master. I need a good hard fucking." 

"You will be fucked my way."

With that I placed my cock head between her cunt lips, rubbed it up and down them before just slipping it in.

"Now, Hard." 

"Begging now are we?".

I pushed slowly until my cock head was touching the top of her tube, then slowly pulled out. Three times.

"Harder, Faster." 

The pleading in her voice was unmistakeable.

I did not respond but continued slowly several more times. I knew she was getting desperate. I placed my hands on her hips.

"You want it hard and fast?"

"Yes"

With that I lunged and pulled myself into her as fast as I could. I felt my cock hit the top of her tube. All hell broke loose. As I started to withdraw for another lunge her hips heaved and she forced herself back on my cock, while letting out a loud piercing scream. I felt her cunt tighten round my cock trying to hold it in. It was incredible how tight a cunt that opened so wide could grip. Her hips gradually stopped bucking as she relaxed. As I had intended shafting her for some time I was nowhere near cumming, a decision to be made. I withdrew, I would cum later.

"Thank you master." 

Her voice a whisper.

What to do next? Her clit was swollen and protruded from its hood. I ran a fingernail over it, she shuddered and purred. I massaged it with my finger, the purring got louder. I gripped it between my fingers and squeezed. She was enjoying this. A finger from my other hand slid into her cunt, massaging the front of her tube. She suddenly purred louder as I massaged one particular spot. I had found a very sensitive spot. The massaging of this spot continued while I gradually squeezed her clit harder and harder. Again the unmistakeable sound of painful pleasure. 

I relaxed the intensity of massage and squeeze, her noises reduced. I increased the intensity, they increased. She was under my control. Finally I kept the intensity at the supreme level of enjoyment. She came shortly after, again her hips bucked, her actions only being restrained by the stockings tying her to the chair.

"Master." 

Exhaustion was in her voice.

Now it was my turn. She would learn that she had to give as well as receive.  I slid my cock into her cunt and out again, it was covered in cunt juice. Perfect. I placed the tip against her arsehole and gently pushed, there was no resistance as the head of my slippery cock slid past her arsehole muscle. I paused to savour the sensation of my shaft being tightly gripped. Without warning I lunged forward and sank the entire length into her body. I heard a gasp of surprise tinged with pain. I waited for her to beg me to stop or at least be gentle but she said nothing. I slowly withdrew until the head was again just inside, paused, and lunged again. No response. I repeated this several times. Still no response, either she was learning fast or she was enjoying it. With each withdrawal her muscle gripped my shaft less tightly. Now for stage 2. I fully withdrew, her arsehole did not close but stayed open, an invitation not to be refused. I lunged forward again as her arsehole began to close, forcing it open to accept my cock. Each time I withdrew I could see my balls get wetter from her juices as each penetration pressed them against her cunt lips.

I now knew she was enjoying being fucked hard up the arse. With this thought I felt the pressure begin to rise in my cock and knew that I would be cumming soon. I had intended exploding in her arse but as I began the last thrust her arse cheeks, still red from the spanking, caught my attention, I changed my mind. I managed to hold the explosion until my cock had just come out, I watched with pleasure as the first spurt of cum shot up her back and landed on her black skirt. The remaining spurts landed on her bare back to be massaged into those red arse cheeks of hers, the smell of cum filled the air. 

Now was the time to untie. As I bent down to untie her legs I noticed two drops of cum had dripped from my cock onto the floor alongside the drops of cunt juice. Not only would she have white stains on her black skirt but stains on the carpet as well.

With her arms untied I picked up the lead.

"Stand."

She obeyed.

"You liked the hard arse fuck?"

"Yes master." 

With that I pulled the lead and walked into my room, she obediently followed. Now for her mouth to be fucked hard. Slow sensual oral could wait for another day.

An empty beer bottle was on my table but not for long. As I sat on the edge of my bed I guided her in front of me.

"Legs apart."

She knew what was coming, or so she thought, as she parted her legs. The bottle was placed on the floor between her feet. I saw the look of surprise then understanding. She had thought I was going to shove the bottle up her cunt. Now she knew she would have to do the inserting.

"Sit."

She sat on the bottle, it disappeared. 

"My cock and balls are dirty, they need cleaning"

I laid back. She understood and knew what to do. She held the tip of my limp cock and pulled it upright then began to lick my balls. Long slow licks from my arsehole to the root of my cock until all traces of her juice had been licked from my balls. She repeated the exercise on my cock, root to tip, on each side then the underneath. As you can imagine I was quite hard by now. To do the top she pulled my shaft down and licked from the tip to the root. Finally the tip of her tongue delicately licked precum from the eye before moving down the head in ever increasing circles. She certainly knew what a tongue was for. I stood up.

"Open wide and stick your tongue out."

She obeyed. My cock was now on her tongue, my hands on the back of her head. I pulled it forward. She took the full length of my cock as I knew she would.

"Close your lips."

She obeyed. I held her head as I moved my hips back and forth, faster each time. I could her panting and felt her nose meeting my pubic bone with each stroke. Her lips gripped tighter, finally her teeth closed on my shaft, scraping it with each stroke and with each stroke she applied more pressure. The bitch was inflicting pain on me! This was not planned. The pleasure the pain gave was so exquisite that I allowed it to continue. My cock started twitching, my cum would soon be spurting, I stopped moving.

"Open wide, tongue out"

As she did so my cock slid from her mouth and my cum spurted. Most went into her mouth but some landed on her top lip. For the remaining spurts my cock rested on her tongue as they shot into her mouth. Finally my cock slid off her tongue. 

"Show me."

She raised her face to show me her mouth full of cum.

"Swallow."

She swallowed and grinned, then licked the cum off her top lip and swallowed that.

"You like eating my cum."

"Yes master."

"Then suck my cock dry"

Almost before I had finished speaking she had grasped my limp cock, opened her lips, and began to suck it just like an ice lolly. I had never experienced such suction, soon it was dry.

"Enough."

Reluctantly she let it go. 

"Tomorrow I'll buy you a proper collar and lead. Whenever I show it to you will come to me like a bitch in heat. We'll also buy some chokers and scarves for you to wear every day. That way you'll show me and the world that you are owned. Then we'll begin your training to be a perfect fuck slut."

Her eyes lit up, I could see the excitement and expectation on her face. Suddenly a thought hit me.

"You will also have a mission to fulfil"

A puzzled look crossed her face.

"Georgina is naive. Your job is to get her to arrange it so that we can introduce her to the sexual pleasures we enjoy. You'll be my number 1 fuck slut, she'll be number 2 and your number 1 fuck toy." 

She licked her lips in anticipation.

With that I picked up the lead and tied it to the bed leg.

"A good dog sleeps by it's master's bed."

She understood, curled up and lay on the floor with her cunt facing me. I could just see the bottom of the beer bottle which was still in her.

By the time I had got under the covers I could her rhythmic breathing, she was asleep.

Tomorrow would be another exciting day for I now knew she was mine.



Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02



After our brisk morning walk around the gardens, we went back to our room. We were certain the chambermaid would be there, and that she would have had the time to pick through the carefully strewn clothing and jewelry we had left lying about. After all, Ems and I rehearsed this often enough.

As expected, the door to our room was closed. Ems grinned at me. We knew it was hotel policy for maids to leave the door open when they cleaned the guest rooms, so it meant either of two things: That the maid had already cleaned up the room, which was highly unlikely, given how quickly we'd returned; or that she had discovered something worth taking a second look at, and didn't want anyone walking in on her.

Quietly, we opened the door and stepped inside. The living area was empty and clean, and we could hear movement within the bedroom. Ems was the quicker, and she drew the doors open with dramatic flourish. I dallied behind, not wanting to make my presence known to the person in our bedroom.

I heard her exclaim, and Emily, demonstrating her practised cool, saying sharply: "And what do you think you are you doing, young lady?"

"Why, I was just cleaning up in here." I heard the insolence in the maid's voice and took that as my cue.

"What is going on in here, Ems?" I said loudly as I strode into our bedroom, not pausing even as I noted the naked back of the girl who was facing away from me. She was looking defiantly at Emily, so she had not noticed my presence until I announced myself.

She gave a start, turned and saw me, and turned pale. She was very fair, and her features were delicate -- her eyes large, her nose sharp and turned up at the very tip. As I'd walked in, I noted that her back was smooth and unmarked, which was rather unusual for a young woman employed as a chambermaid. I smiled, knowing we had come upon our intended prey.

"Isn't that your dress, Ems?" I enquired, maintaining a stern demeanor and tone. "What is this girl doing wearing the dress I bought you yesterday?"

"She was wearing it when I came in, darling," was Ems' reply. "I had no idea..."

"Take it off!" I roared, startling the girl once more. "Take it off right now!"

"B... but..." she stammered. "Please, sir, I..."

"I said take it OFF!"

"No! I'm not... wearing..."

"Ems, is this how you repay my kindness... by giving away my gifts to some pitiful servant?" I said sarcastically. Ems grinned at me because the girl's attention was fully on me, and she could not see what Ems was doing. Which was how Emily managed to take her completely by surprise, pulling the dress off her shoulders so it fell to the floor at the girl's feet.

It took her a moment to realize what had happened... then the girl screamed in shock. She was completely naked under Ems' dress, which was a nice surprise. Her breasts weren't as sumptuous as Ems', and her figure was more girlish than womanly, but it was sufficiently feminine to evoke a reaction in my pants. Her pubic hair was sparse, and as red as the hair on her head... though not as red as her face was at the sudden revelation of her body.

"You..! How dare..." she sputtered, her hands rising quickly to her chest and pubic area in a vain attempt to preserve her modesty. I leered at her to let her know I'd seen her bodily secrets and didn't let her finish. Her indignation would give her courage, and we needed to keep her off-balance.

"How dare we? We walk into our room to find the maid wearing a dress I'd bought as as gift to my wife, and you ask how dare we..? I daresay we ought to be asking YOU, how dare you!"

She shushed up right away, her eyes still defiant, but now tinged with wariness. She knew she was standing on very shaky ground right now.

"Ems, we'd better get the manager in here right now," I said, looking at my partner-in-crime. "Tell him we've got a naked little thief in our room."

"No! No, please," the girl pleaded. "You can't..."

"Oh yes we can, young lady!" I said triumphantly. "Ems, if you'll please..."

"You don't know who my mother is!" the girl blurted out, her eyes looking wildly about. She couldn't bring herself to look into my eyes, which suggested she was panicking, thinking of what she could do to get herself out of this predicament. "Mother... she'll..."

"Tell you what, dearie, I'll call in the police as well, and we'll see just what it is your mother will do," I smirked at her. "I'm sure the police will get here rather quickly, and you won't have any problem explaining your side to them in your current state."

"I... you... you bastard!" she exclaimed.

"Now, shall I take it then that you would like to give your statement to the manager and the police officer? I'm sure your mother will be most concerned about how her daughter is in such a state, and under arrest to boot."

I waved my hand in her general direction, and saw her shoulders droop in defeat. Good. She knew there was no getting out of this. Her hands remained firmly in place, though, and her knuckles were white with strain. Next step.

"OK, Ems, will you call the manager in right now?"

"NO! Please. I mean, he's a creep and I... I don't want him to know..."

"You should've thought of that before you came in here and put on my dress," Emily said, as she picked up the handset of the phone. "I wonder what we'll find in the pockets of your uniform."

"No. No, please," she begged, her eyes moistening, her voice turning into a whine. If she was pretending remorse, the girl was a pretty good actress. "Please don't."

"Well, something has to be done about this," I said firmly, remembering what the manager, Mr. S. had had to say about this little scamp. A real handful, he said. She uses her wiles to get her way -- flirts when she has to, then making accusations of improper conduct. She was such a poor worker and so quick to help herself with the guests' belongings that he would have fired her, if not for her mother. No one crossed her for the sake of her mother, and the girl knew it and took full advantage of it. Mr. S. would most certainly have been pleased to find her in this state. "We can't just let it rest like this."

"I... ummm... I could make it worth your while," she suddenly changed her tune, her eyelashes fluttering coquettishly. Or so she hoped. I'd seen enough women to know when it was a put on, and this was definitely a put-on. Besides, her hands remained firmly clasped across her breasts and on her groin, so I knew she wasn't about to offer her body. She was only playing for time while she thought of a way out.

"And how do you propose to do that?" I said to her, making sure my leer was obvious. "What do you have to offer?"

"I could... I could bring you champagne and stuff for free," she said, her eyes darting about my face nervously, her hands clutching even more tightly at her body. "If you would kindly let me dress..."

"Do you hear that, Ems? She can bring us stuff FOR FREE!" I guffawed, startling the girl once more. "Wow, what a treat!"

"In case you don't realize, young lady, that dress you were wearing cost more than you would earn in two years," I glared at the girl. "What I have is money. I have no need for any "free stuff" from you!"

She shut up and cast her eyes downwards, biting her lower lip. The girl appeared to be struggling with her own thoughts and unable to come up with a response. 

I decided to press my advantage, adopting a gentler, but still sarcastic tone: "Generous as that offer may be, I'm afraid I have to decline. I have no need of free stuff. Especially not if it happens to be "free" because it has been retrieved from someone else."

She looked up at me, shock showing in her face. Perhaps she was surprised we had cottoned on to her dirty little habit?

"I suppose we shall have to revert to our original plan. Ems? If you'd please..?"

"No, wait," she pleaded, her eyes betraying her desperation. "I can't... please spare me."

"My dear young lady," I put on my best lecturing voice. "It's obvious to me that this is not the first time you've done something like this. It would be very remiss of us to not report you for your crime, because you would only continue with your merry jaunts into this fine hotel's guestrooms. No, something must definitely be done about this. Ems?"

"NO. Please, sir, allow me to make amends for my error," she begged once more. "I... I said I would make it worth your while. And I will. If you will ask your lady to leave the room, I will..."

"Ah, my dear, there is one thing you must understand. There are no secrets between my lady and myself. Whatever it is you wish to propose, you will propose in front of her."

I smiled at her grimace. I wasn't sure what it was she was planning, but I presumed she intended to keep it private so that it would become a matter of just my word against hers. Keeping Emily in the same room ensured she had to deal with two people, not just one.

"Well? What is it you wish to propose?" I smirked again. We were very much in control of the situation.

"I'm sure you would prefer if we were alone..."

"Not at all. You can be sure I very much prefer that Emily is here to bear witness."

"But... but I... uh..." she stammered, unsure of what to do next.

"If you have nothing more to say, then I presume we are done speaking and we should proceed with notifying the relevant authorities of your misdeeds. Ems?" I insisted, pushing her to commit to her only remaining route.

"NO. No, please," she pleaded once more, trying to draw an iota of sympathy from me with her piteous whine. "I... I'll do this..."

At that, she dropped her hands from her body, exposing her fright-hardened pink nipples and the cute little tuft of flame-colored pubic hair down below. Her hands fluttered like helpless butterflies, but remained at her sides. Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, her breathing harsh and loud in the silence of the room. She was either scared or excited. Or both. The reddish hue on her face deepened as it spread to her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.

"That's nice, my dear," I said appreciatively. I meant it too. She did have a nice body, although Emily was by far a better specimen of womanhood. "Very nice indeed."

She turned in a slow pirouette, keeping her eyes downcast, but giving me a good view of her entire body, front and back. She had a nice ass, round and perky, which bounced as she moved. But then I'd already evinced that fact from the quick look I'd had when I first walked into the room.

When she faced me once more, I noticed that her breasts were rising and falling at a faster rate than before. Interesting. Her very first time naked in front of a man, and she was actually excited. I wondered if her mother had lied about her daughter's virginal ways, but rejected the notion right away. There was no way Madame L. would have allowed her daughter to set a foot wrong. Not if she wanted to maintain her pristine image in the community. No, any daughter of Madame L.'s would have to be as much a paragon of virtue as she was. Or rather, appeared to be.

I smiled, noticing that her hands were not fluttering anymore. In fact, they were held determinedly at her sides, as if she was proud to show off her maiden wares. Her eyes met mine. She looked defiant once more, almost as if she was challenging me to keep looking at her. I allowed my eyes to drop, linger at her breasts, then slide down lower, towards the barely covered mound with its lovely pink slit.

I kept my eyes trained on her sex, noting her slight trembling, and smiled. "That is certainly a delightful sight, my dear," I said appreciatively.

My continued observation of her nude body, and particularly, her uncovered slit, seemed to unnerve her. She fidgeted a little, then made her move towards her clothes.

"Now that you've seen all, I shall..."

"Not quite," I replied quite firmly, stopping her in her tracks. "I said it was nice, I didn't say it was sufficient."

"Why you..." she started, glaring angrily at me. Clearly, she thought she had made amends. I had to ensure she realized how wrong she was.

"Before you continue, I think you should have a look at Ems over there," I gesticulated towards Emily. The girl had apparently not noticed the rustle of Em's dress as it settled on the floor, but she certainly did notice Em's nude body. Her mouth fell open.

"You may think you've given me a once-in-a-lifetime thrill, young lady, but as you can see from Emily over there, I've seen better."

"But I... no one's ever seen me like that before!" her petulance knew no bounds. "You've taken advantage of me, you bastard."

"Not at all," I said evenly, smiling as I looked into her eyes to show I meant what I said. "There are two people here who can testify to how you sneaked into our room and tried to make off with my lady's new dress. And only one who will say otherwise. Now, who do you think the police and manager will believe? My wife and I, or a little chambermaid with sticky fingers?"

"I can... I can say you were both... you took advantage of me!" she was determined not to give in, even as her desperation raised the tone of her voice.

"Yes, well, let's just call the manager and the police and let them decide. Ems?"

Her head dropped, her eyes cast onto the floor as her bluff was called. She clearly had no cards left to play. And I hadn't even pulled out my trump card yet.

"As I was saying, you can see that your exposing yourself to me hardly qualifies as 'making it worth my while'. Not when I've got a far better eyeful every night with Emily."

"But... this is my first..." she stammered, unsure of how she should continue.

"Young lady, it doesn't matter to me whether you've shown yourself to a hundred men, or if you've been cloistered away for the last 18 years. You did promise that you would make it worth our while, but thus far, I've not seen anything worth my while. Yet."

I let slip that I knew her age before I could stop myself, but thankfully, she did not seem to notice.

The girl turned to face me again, fiery defiance in her eyes. She did look a lot like her mother did when she was railing against immorality and obscene behavior. "So... what would I have to do, for it to be worth your while?"

"What is your name, girl?" I pretended ignorance.

"I... Phyllis," she replied, her gaze not leaving my face. I kept my own eyes on hers, making her flinch even more than when she thought I had been perusing her naked body. "What do you wish, sir?"

Emily answered her question from the bed, to which she had moved while the girl turned her attention to me. "We'd like you to make a mess of this bed."

"What?" she turned around to look at Ems, who was lying with her legs spread on the bed. "What do you..?"

I could observe Phyllis' expression in the mirror on the wall next to the bed, and almost burst out laughing at the look on her face as her eyes alighted on Ems' delightfully plump and denuded vulva, now gaping a little and inviting further investigation. Damn it, Ems was always able to get a rise out of me. My cock felt constrained in my pants, and I longed to take it out.

"She said, you should make a mess of the bed," I said helpfully, suppressing my laughter. She really did look quite comical, with her eyes and mouth wide open like that.

"You mean you want... No. Sir, I am sure you would prefer..."

"I am certain I would prefer if you help my lady out, over there. Yes, I do mean you should put your face down on my Emily's pussy over there and lick it till it becomes messy."

Her eyes widened even more. She turned and looked pleadingly at me.

"But I can't. I've never..." she was shaking her head even as I nodded mine.

"There's always a first time for everything. Besides, how would you know you wouldn't like it if you haven't ever done it?"

"But... it's wrong! I can't... maybe I can clean your room. Naked," she said, her words coming out in a rush. She was truly desperate now. "You can both look at me all you want. You can... you can even touch me... all over..." she shivered, and I wasn't sure if it was from fear or anticipation.

"I repeat -- I have that. I look at that every night. And I touch that every day," I said, gesturing at Ems' naked form. "I'll grant that you are different from Ems, but I have no desire to experience anything less than what I already get regularly."

I felt bad speaking that way, especially in front of Ems, who had assured me she had no issues with being referred to as an object to be used by men... but whose feelings still mattered enough to me to not want to show such disrespect. But it was all part of the game we were playing, and we knew we wouldn't achieve our objective if I played nice.

"I don't know... what do I..?" she said hesitantly.

"Simple. Like we said, make a mess of the bed. Start by going over to Ems," I instructed her, and she looked at me beseechingly once more. I returned her look with a determined stare and she knew she was beaten. She would have no other way to get out of this, other than to comply with our commands.

Silently, she turned to face Ems on the bed. I observed her expression as she walked slowly to the edge of the bed, stopping in front of Emily's spread legs. Her eyes were fixed on Ems' exposed privates, her face colored red. She was both embarrassed and excited -- I could see from the rise and fall of her breasts that her rate of breathing was speeding up again -- and probably embarrassed again by her excitement. Her nipples had shrunk to tiny little pink knots on her chest.

"Now, be a good girl, get down on your hands and knees and start licking," I said, and Phyllis' head whipped around.

"What? I... I can't. I've... I think I should..." she protested, turning around and trying to move past me, away from her prescribed punishment. 

"Oh no you don't!" I grabbed her shoulders -- but not too hard, so there wouldn't be any marks on her skin. "You're staying here like this."

Speaking over her head, I directed my next comment at Emily. "Ems, it appears that our Phyllis would rather that we report her to the manager and police. If you'll get dressed while I hold her here so we can tell them how we came upon her in our room..."

"No! Please. I beg you, kind sir. I can't... I mean, I won't..."

"Ah, therein lies our little problem, Phyllis," I said, my hands firm on her shoulders. I made sure there was no other contact between us even though she was close enough for me to touch her naked body. "You won't. In spite of your promise to make it worth our while, you won't. You leave us with no choice."

"But... but I'm... she's a woman... we can't..." she protested. She wasn't really struggling in my grip, partly because I kept my eyes locked on hers, staring down her resistance.

"Oh? Perhaps I ought to explain, my dear Phyllis. On every woman is a little magic switch," I smiled at her protest. "I'm sure you would have found your own... or at least had some experience of how that switch works."

She turned a deeper shade of red, and turned her head away, perhaps to hide her embarrassed acknowledgment of my suggestion. I paused, waiting for her to collect her thoughts, and noticed that she was staring at Ems' puffy lips again, her eyes locked on the mysterious split of her groin. 

When she turned to look at me again, her eyes were bright with lust. "How did you know I..? Ummm. Does it show on my... on me?"

"Oh no, not at all, my dear," I replied. "I just expected that a pretty young woman who is as... matured as you are, would have naturally found out how her body works."

She said nothing, her attention back on Emily. Or rather, on Emily's finger, which was sliding into the slippery groove of her cunt. Her finger gleamed wetly as it appeared, then disappeared back into her luscious cleft.

"Oh my..." she breathed, and I caught the note of excitement in the girl's voice.




Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02



"Your job, my dear Phyllis, is to find that little magic switch... what is called the clitoris, for your information... find it and make Emily excited. Make her so excited that she screams and reaches her peak. Orgasm."

"Orgasm?"

"Yes, orgasm. That's what it's called. The point at which all the excitement you feel comes to an absolute peak, and then you're flung over the precipice and you lose control of yourself. Some say you forget who or where you are for a few moments. Others say it feels like you're dying up until the point you reach orgasm. It is the most intense sensation you will ever feel in your life... and for some women, it is something they keep wanting to reach, tim and again. Have you ever experienced such a thing?"

"I...ummm... no..." Phyllis appeared to be having a difficult time deciding between listening to me and watching Ems play with her pussy.

"Well, it matters not," I said, gesticulating at Ems once more. "Young Phyllis, we would like you to lick Ems' pussy until she reaches orgasm, after which we will forgive your little indiscretion. If you do not wish to continue, we shall let the manager and the police deal with it."

"Oh. I... Uh... OK..." she sounded a more unsure than her actions suggested. Her resistance overcome, Phyllis quickly clambered onto the bed and knelt down before the altar of Ems' sex. Slowly, she lowered her head towards the delicious pink slit. Perhaps it was a whiff of Ems' heady musk that gave her pause, and she raised her head a little.

"I d..." she began, and, tired of her protestations, I grabbed a handful of her auburn tresses and pushed her head down on Ems' vulva even as Ems raised her own hips to meet the girl's face. Her protests were drowned in Ems' groin.

"I'd try really hard to find that little magic button, Phyllis," I said encouragingly as I held her head down for a few moments. Then I realized there was no longer any need for force. The girl must have realized that since her face was already buried in Ems' pussy, she might as well get on with it.

Emily, on her part, was doing her best to help Phyllis find her clitoris. After a few seconds of Phyllis bobbing her head about and Ems pushing her groin upwards, Ems announced the discovery of her clitoris with a loud groan.

"You're not done yet," I said as I observed Phyllis' head rising slightly. "She has to reach her orgasm. You've only just found it."

Whether or not Phyllis had intended stopping, I had no way of knowing. Ems later revealed that Phyllis had set about her task with the gusto of a young pup trying to find its mother's teat, and just like the young pup, she kept on licking and licking at Ems' sex.

I watched the young redhead servicing my partner for a bit, then I spoke up again when I had properly prepared for the next step in our indoctrination of young Phyllis L.

"I see you like licking Ems' pussy, Phyllis," I said as I moved to the edge of the bed just behind her. She really did have a delectable behind, and the way she was positioned, her buttocks were sufficiently spread so I could see her own pussy leaking juices as she licked at Ems'. It was quite a cute vulva, really... with a smattering of red hair scattered around puffy red lips... and a lovely little puckered brown ring just above that.

"It's good that you like the taste because that's my semen you're drinking there as well. What I put in there last night," I continued.

Phyllis exclaimed and thrust herself backwards as my words penetrated her sex-addled brain. And yelped as she thrust herself onto my erection. I don't think she had any inkling of what had happened until it was inside her. While she was licking at Em's cunt, I had removed my pants and placed the tip of my cock right at the entrance to her vagina. Phyllis did not appear to have noticed this even though my engorged organ had grazed against her vulva a few times as I positioned myself behind her. But she did notice when she suddenly impaled herself upon my prong.

I grunted as my prick was suddenly engulfed by hot, wet, clasping flesh. She was tight enough so the entry was rather pleasurable, but it was her yelp of protest that made it more so.

"Awwkkk! Oh god! What's that?" she yelped as she felt my prong surge into her exposed hole. She was wet enough so the entry was effected with little friction or pain on my part. On her part, I expect it might have hurt because it was her first time. I couldn't really tell, and I don't think she could either... Her backward thrust at my last statement was so swift that I felt my prick press against and burst past a little barrier inside her before either of us could react.

"Oh god! What have you put inside me? Oh god," she moaned as she turned her head to look back at me. "It... it hurts. Oh godddd...."

She realized she couldn't turn around, stuck as she was on my prong, and then noticed the mirror at the side. "Oh god. What... what's that?" she moaned as she saw our reflection... particularly, how I seemed to have embedded a part of myself into her body. Perhaps she was still in shock, or maybe she was curious, but instead of removing the intruder in her private parts, she raised her left leg as she stared at the mirror... and saw how my stiff cock snaked into the split of her groin, under the tuft of red pubic hair. She stared at the mirror for a few moments, perhaps while her mind digested the image. Then she lowered her leg and groaned again: "My god. My god. What have you done to me? Oh god. Oh god!"

Surprisingly, in spite of her protests, she appeared to be in no hurry to remove the offending prong in her pussy.

"Me? I have done nothing, my dear," I said through gritted teeth. Madame L. was right. Phyllis was a virgin. And she was tight around my cock. Tight enough to make me want to come quickly into her. But that wasn't part of the plan. No, it didn't matter how much control I had to exercise, coming into her clasping little vagina was not what I wanted to do. "This was all your doing."

"Oh god... I am... I was... a virgin!" she groaned as she moved forward a little. She appeared to be preparing to take my prick out of her cunt, yet she seemed to not want to do so.

"Yes, you were," I said. "Consider it a favor, that I have now removed that burden from your shoulders. After all, only virgins are sacrificed, no?" 

She said nothing, but her eyes were half-closed and it was hard to tell if she was in lust, or just plotting a way to get back at us.

"Now, you have a job to do. Remember?"

"God. That. Your thing..."

"Cock. Prick. Dong. Prong. Take your pick."

"Your... cock. It's too... big!" she said while she moved forward a little more, withdrawing more of my cock from her squelching pussy. I saw and felt copious amounts of Phyllis' cunt fluids running out of her ravished hole. "Oooooh godddd!"

I said nothing as she drew forward some more, until only my cock head remained embedded in her bulging hole. "Oh... my... godddd!" she groaned. "How did it... my cunny... how can... you destroyed me!"

Emily spoke up: "Yes, well, that's nice to know, but we're not done here, are we?" From the breathlessness I heard in her voice, I could tell that Ems was well on her way to her orgasm. But not yet. We were both not done yet. I looked at her, shaking my head slightly, and she grinned in spite of the lust coloring her face.

Phyllis moved forward, to plant her face on Ems' pussy, but not before cooing as my cock slipped out of her, drawing even more vaginal fluid out of her plundered orifice. "Ooooooh..." she moaned, then she was muffled by Ems' vulva.

I considered pressing my cock forward, back into her vagina, but held back, waiting to see how she would react to the sudden vacuum of my withdrawal. Phyllis' buttocks waved about enticingly as she set about her task of pleasuring Emily again. I gazed at her leaking vulva, and the little ring above that, and wondered if I should move on to the next step. But she preempted me. Without warning, she stopped her licking and turned to look at me, arching her back as she did so. The movement angled her vagina upwards, but it did not stop the streams of fluid running down the insides of her thighs. Looking at me with lust-filled eyes, her face streaked with Ems' fluids, she looked right into my eyes as she drove herself backwards again, this time swallowing my cock up completely in her virgin sheath.

"Ooooooooh godddd," she moaned as my pubis thumped up against her backside. "That... that's so... big... and deep!"

I grinned, feeling my cock surge right up to the end of her slippery sheath. It sounded like a protest, but it most certainly wasn't. Clearly, Phyllis liked the sensation of her inner flesh being stretched and spread by my invading cock.

"I... want to feel it. Inside... me," she gasped as she pushed back harder, making sure her vagina had claimed every available inch of me. Then, she reached back and pulled at my hips. "Come. Stay... inside!" she commanded, and refused to go back to Ems' pussy each time she felt my cock slide out of her... even for a fraction of an inch. Phyllis appeared to be enjoying being impaled deep within her vagina. But she was still unknowing of the ways of sex... and I was about to teach her about its pleasures.

I pulled her hands from my hips, drawing a muffled mewl from her as I withdrew my cock slowly from her clutching flesh until the head of my cock was nestled between her fleshy labia... then I drove forward quickly, neither giving her time nor warning to adjust. She gurgled her reaction from the depths of Ems' vulva, her hands flying outwards as she was driven up hard against Ems. I repeated the actions, making my withdrawals agonzingly slow and my entries searingly quick, and she seemed to enjoy the rhythm I set... so much so that she came very quickly.

I felt her vagina suddenly tighten along the length of my cock, and saw her body stiffen and then quiver uncontrollably for a few seconds while her pussy tried its hardest to milk my prong of its seminal treasure. I held back, from my own explosion. We were not done yet, and I couldn't allow myself the luxury of ejaculation, even into such a wildly sucking sheath.

It took several seconds for her orgasm to slowly subside into little temblors that grew further and further apart. When she was done, Phyllis sagged against Ems' left thigh, her mouth open while her tongue lolled against Ems' cleft.

We let her rest for a few moments. Ems had come down quite a bit from her race towards her own peak, while I was still rock hard... and embedded deep in Phyllis' still convulsing vagina. When I decided she had recovered sufficiently from her first orgasm, I told Phyllis that she had yet to achieve the goal we had set her.

This time, she did not protest. She gamely set about licking at Ems as enthusiastically as she had before, groaning only slightly when I dragged my still engorged prick from her slippery cunt. Her inner thighs were coated thickly with her lubricant, the streams of wetness staining the white sheets.

Phyllis was getting Ems closer and closer to her climax, and I knew it was the right time to initiate the next step. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the table behind me and poured it liberally over my prick. Ems' eyes flew open as the smell of olive oil filled the room, but Phyllis was getting better at her job, and she closed her eyes again, while I moved back into position.

This time, my cock was aimed at the little brown ring above Phyllis' still weeping vagina.

"Owwwww!" she yelped as I pushed forward, penetrating her backside with one stroke. Her anal ring disappeared into her buttocks with the pressure of my thrust, and Phyllis had little time to react. As my cock head disappeared into her rectum, she yowled with pain.

"Owww! Ow! Owww! Sir! Please! That... that hurts!" she cried as her anus finally found its strength and clamped down on my cock, preventing deeper incursion into her forbidden area. "Please... sir... remove your... cock from my... ass. Sir! I beg you! You can put it back down there... in my cunny. Please! Sir!"

"Very well, my dear," I said gaily, and moved to pull out my prong from her asshole. She relaxed her muscles so that I would be able to effect my exit, and I took the opportunity to press forward again, spreading and stretching her rectal passage ever deeper.

"Aauuwww!" she groaned as more than two-thirds of my cock claimed her backside. "Ohhh! Please! Sir!"

"Young lady, I do believe you complained when I first entered your cunny," I grimaced. She was tighter in the back, so much so I could feel her pulse through her rectal walls. "Yet, you seemed to enjoy it when you got used to it. Who is to say you won't enjoy this now?"

"But I... it's wrong," she protested, tears spilling down her cheeks and mixing with Ems' vaginal fluids. "M... you shouldn't... do it in my... in my ass."

"Well, now that I'm inside, the point is moot, is it not?" I said, making as if to withdraw once more. Again, she relaxed, thinking to let me out, and again, I pushed forward more, so that three-quarters of my prick was now buried in her taut, quivering buttocks.

"You... I don't..." she moaned. "I can't!"

"If you want it to hurt less, you'd do well to relax your backside," Ems piped up. She had sat up, her eyes flashing. Was that due to desire or triumph? It didn't matter. Just like the smell of olive oil no longer seemed to affect her. We had achieved our goal. "Just loosen up back there. And cock your hips like this."

Ems' hands went to Phyllis hips, positioning them at the right angle for penetration. The resistance I felt around my cock suddenly melted away, and I gleefully thrust the remaining part of my cock deep into Phyllis' backside.

"Auwwfff!" she groaned as her rectum was penetrated completely by my engorged cock. "Hhhh... hurts..."

"I said relax, girl," Ems commanded. "Relax and it won't hurt."

"I... hhh... am!" Phyllis responded. "It... hhh... hurts less!"

"Atta girl!" cheered Ems as she lay back on the bed. "Now, you still haven't completed your task."

"I... hhh... d... oww!.. don't... know how... long I can... take this," Phyllis gasped as she felt my cock twitch deep in her buttocks. "It... ooooh... feels like I... hhh... have to... shit!"

Ems and I laughed. "You won't, my dear," said Ems. "Not while you have that big old thing inside your butt."

Phyllis said nothing, moaning slightly as she moved towards Ems once more, my cock firmly entrenched in her backside. Every movement of my flesh against hers seemed to provoke a reaction, but whether it was pleasure or pain, I was no longer sure... because Phyllis' rectum seemed to be accommodating my engorged cock very well. So well, in fact, that I was able to start pistoning my cock into her ass with abandon, and she neither seemed to object nor stop her licking of Ems' pussy.

Now, Ems is a lovely lady, and I love her dearly, but she always did take a while to reach her peak. Because Phyllis kept stopping to object to what I was doing to her body, she had to work harder and longer to get Ems back to the level of excitement she needed to be at, to reach her climax.

I could tell when Ems was getting close to her orgasm, because her skin would turn a pretty pink and her breathing would become harsher and louder. I think Phyllis could tell too, because she seemed to be getting excited along with Ems... I could feel her heartbeat racing along as Ems began to turn pink and shudder. Reaching down, I placed my hands on Phyllis' breasts and pinched lightly at her hardened nipples, pulling at them slightly as if milking a cow.

That seemed to do it for her, because she started to come too, just as Ems started screaming out her orgasm. I felt Phyllis' anus clamp down hard on the base of my cock, holding me in place, while her buttocks began to shake. Then her rectum began to convulse, far more strongly than her vagina had. Her pussy had almost managed to milk me of my semen; her rectum was rather more successful. Unable to help myself, I felt the tingling rise from the base of my cock, slowly, then increasing in speed, until my semen burst out of my cock head in uncontrolled spurts.

Phyllis must have felt it too, and it most certainly pleased her immensely, for I felt her rectum begin to suck at my cock even more strongly, where it had seemed to be weakening just before my coming. I didn't just come into her, I sprayed her backside, filled it with as much semen as I could muster from my balls. As much as my mind was telling me this was a bad idea, I had no way of controlling it once the tingling started... nor did I have any wish to, such was the breadth and depth of lust coloring my mind at the thought of plundering this young girl's delectable derriere.

Despite our declared wish to remain rational and focused on our goals, I daresay both Ems and I were unable to control ourselves once our orgasms were upon us. I do not know how long my own peak lasted, nor what happened immediately afterward. Suffice to say, I must have "grayed out"... and both Ems and Phyllis too, for we found ourselves still in our respective positions once we returned to our senses.

My cock was still embedded within Phyllis' anus when I came to and found myself lying on the girl's bare back. She was, in turn, still lying on Ems' left thigh, her head turned and eyes open, staring the reflection of the three of us in the mirror. Ems was still lying on her back, her eyes closed, her breasts rising and falling in a regular, familiar rhythm.

No one said anything for a while. We just listened to each other's breathing in the silent room. Finally, I raised myself wearily off Phyllis' sweaty back, drawing a soft moan from her as my cock exited her asshole with a wet squelch. She appeared to want to rest a bit more, but, remembering her situation, she finally drew herself upright.

Phyllis looked at me. Her hair was a mess, her face streaked with dried and drying fluid; some of it her spittle but most of it Ems' pussy fluid. "Sir, do you still wish to report me?" she said as she stood up slowly. It looked like she would have some trouble walking, not least because of the fluids running down the insides of her own legs. 

I shook my head. I was still a little breathless from our recent activity.

"I have paid my dues then," she said as she waddled to her clothes on the floor. "I trust it was worth your while?"

Phyllis was no longer shy about being nude in front of us. In fact, I was almost certain she enjoyed being observed by Ems and myself, because she made no move to cover any part of her body. The little imp turned to look at us and smiled as she bent over her clothes, giving us a good view of her privates. As she did so, I saw a trickle of whitish fluid leak from her anus. It made her giggle, and she reached back to scratch at her asshole without a second thought.

"Yes. Yes it was," I replied, and Ems nodded appreciatively as well. "There shall be no further recriminations."

"Well, then... I suppose there's no longer any need for me to service you," she said. Her voice was muffled as she slipped her dress over her head, and I couldn't see her expression, so I didn't know what her meaning was.

"Phyllis?" Ems piped up. "Can you tell us why you weren't wearing any underwear while you were cleaning our room?"

She turned around and looked at us squarely. "No, I won't. That's MY business."

Then, before we could say anything else, Phyllis walked as quickly as she could to the door and exited our room.

Ems turned and hit me on the shoulder with her fist. It was more a gesture than it was any intent she had to hurt.

"MATT! What did you DO?"

"I... umm... couldn't help it," I replied sheepishly. "She was shimmying and shivering and I lost control."

"You do know that she could easily go to her mother and claim she was sodomized and raped by you?" Ems was angry, but it was out of concern for me. "Given her track record, that's a highly likely scenario."




Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02



"I know, Ems," I nodded. "I'm sorry I went off script, but there was something... about her that made it difficult to stop..."

"Fuck that. We're in shit now. Officially," she said, misery painting her delicate features.

"Ems, I'm really sorry," I tried to placate her. "You know you're the only one..."

"I said fuck that," she said, glaring at me. "We're in shit. It matters more to me that she has the upper hand now. She could easily come back here with the police and claim you raped and sodomized her."

"I know," I said glumly. "Madame L.'s not going to be happy at all that her daughter's virginity has been taken away."

"I suppose we could try to leave right now," Ems said, rousing herself from the bed. "Maybe we should just check out and grab the first bus out of here."

"If it really does come to pass that she makes a report against me, I hardly think we'd be fast enough to get away, Ems," I said, smiling at her. She was really concerned about me, and it felt nice knowing that. "Besides, it'd look worse if we looked like we were rushing out of here. We'd only just look guilty as hell."

"Damn. You're right," she groaned, settling back on the bed. "No way out."

"Hey, don't worry, Ems," I said comfortingly, even though I was really worried about Phyllis' intentions. What would she do? Would she report us to the police? "We'll get through this OK. Cool heads and calm minds are more likely to help us out of a tight spot."

She sighed and said nothing. She was looking away from me, and I could see from her reflection in the mirror that she was crying.

"OK, let's just carry on as if nothing happened, alright?" I cajoled. "Let's go grab lunch and do what we normally do."

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, much to our surprise, and by the time evening came, our mood had lightened considerably. We had a good dinner, and retired to bed in good spirits. "Maybe she was too ashamed to report us," Ems murmured to me as we cuddled up in bed and drifted off to sleep. "After all, her mother's in another town, and she's here on her own."

"Yeah," I whispered back as I stroked her hair. "It must have been quite tough on her, being sent away to work in another town like this."

"Well, the Madame probably didn't want her to be influenced by her 'girls'," Ems responded. "Too bad for Madame that one of her 'girls' managed to find her Phyllis."

"Shhh. That's past now," I smiled into Ems' hair. "Let's just go to sleep and be happy that we got through today."

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We woke up later the next morning because we really had nothing to do. We had achieved our purpose in this town. It was time to move on. As we went out for breakfast, I remarked to Ems that it was a pity we were leaving such a quiet and picturesque little burg. But we both knew there was more work to be done, and we certainly couldn't do that work while we dawdled.

Breakfast was followed by a leisurely walk in the lovely gardens surrounding the hotel, and we took our time to make our way back to our room. There was no need to rush to pack, since our room was booked till the evening.

As we walked through the door, Ems remarked that the room appeared cleaner than it had been when we first checked in. I closed the door behind me while Ems walked into the bedroom... and stopped short. She didn't say anything, but I saw her suddenly stop as the bedroom door swung open. I couldn't see what she was looking at, because she was blocking my view.

"Ems? What's the matter?" I enquired, striding quickly join her in the bedroom. Had our worst fears been realized?

My own jaw dropped at what I saw. It was Phyllis, dressed in a little apron that did little to cover her naked body. It certainly didn't come down enough to cover the flame colored tuft at the juncture of her thighs. She was holding a feather duster in one hand, and Ems' dress in the other. On her neck, she wore the diamond necklace I'd given Ems just last week.

"Sir? I'm sorry, sir," Phyllis said, her grin giving the lie to her words. "I've been a bad girl. A very bad girl."

Ems and I stared at her speechlessly as she dropped Ems' dress, undid her apron and let it crumple to the floor, then moved to the bed and got on all fours. She faced away from us, giving us a good view of her bare buttocks. And her gleaming, wet, excited vulva.

"Don't I deserve to be punished?" she said, looking back lasciviously at us. She raised her hand, holding out the feather duster to me. "Sir?"

Ems and I looked at each other and grinned. And moved together to the bed where the girl waited.



Revenge is Sweet Ch. 02



*Author's note* When I named the story initially, I was thinking of something that will come along farther down the storyline. However, after having gotten into it more, I've decided that this is a far more fitting title, both because it is less confusing (the comments of the first chapter seemed to indicate that Nick was the one who made the mistake, when that is not at all the case) and because I've expanded the revenge scenario far beyond the way I envisioned it from the beginning. This second chapter is, to a great degree, still setting up for the actual story, but has a great deal more sex in it. I hope everyone enjoys! 

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I woke up late on Sunday Morning in my dorm room feeling no more rested than when I laid my head down nearly eight hours earlier. My life felt like it was in total shambles. The woman I loved, that I had decided I wanted to marry, never really existed; or at least if she did, she was not nearly so innocent as I had believed. While I knew she'd slept with a few guys since we broke up, I figured that was just because she was sowing her oats. Had she really been fucking guys behind my back all along? I tried to study for the two finals I hadn't covered the night before, but it just wasn't working. I played video games, listened to music...but I couldn't get it out of my head.

Finally, when I started wondering about how many guys she might have been with while we were together, an idea sprang into my mind. I knew she liked to record her sex sessions, that it wasn't just about me and my "big dick", and figured she probably hadn't deleted the one she made of us after all, so maybe she had recorded more than just me and Bobby. My status as an honor student in Computer Science has afforded me a job maintaining the school network from the beginning of the second semester of my freshman year, thus I knew the administrator password. So I got out my laptop and found the encrypted file containing all student passwords. It was hidden as well as encrypted, supposedly to keep student login information confidential, but I had accidentally stumbled upon the file several weeks ago and decided to see just how good the encryption key was. Turned out to be a relatively simple hack, not that I had ever intended to use it, but all of a sudden it gave me the ideal means to the end I desired. I only needed to wait until Jane logged onto the network and I could get in and find any and everything she had stored.

I set up a notification to tell me when she came online, and 45 minutes later a "Ding!" alerted me to her presence. I was tempted to make a copy of her entire hard drive, but being unsure as to how long she would stay online I decided against it and instead started manually searching through her files. It wasn't too difficult to find her hidden stash; she obviously thought she had it buried in an obscure enough place that if anyone ever did use her computer, which was exceedingly rare, they wouldn't find it, but because I knew what I was looking for, I went straight to the folder with the largest capacity and there it was. "Holy fuck!" I said out loud, to no one in particular. There were 57 video files in that single folder! Briefly scanning to ensure that there weren't any other folders with such data and determining that there weren't, I set about copying the folder to my own external hard drive. It took nearly an hour to complete, and thankfully she stayed on the network long enough to get the whole thing copied. Once finished, I disconnected from her computer and started browsing through the videos. The oldest one was named "Nick," and sure enough, it was, in fact, the recording of our first time. Watching even a little bit of it infuriated me at first, but upon seeing the nostalgic look on my face, I was reminded me of how good that first time had been. That it was the oldest file made me wonder if maybe I had actually been the first that she recorded.

I exited out of that video and perused through the others. The date on the next file was about eight weeks after our recorded encounter. "So she was faithful for two months out of ten," I thought to myself, fuming. I didn't recognize the name, Pierre, but opening it I saw the hulking French guy she had told me was gay giving it to her doggy style. He wasn't that big down below, but she didn't seem to mind; maybe it was the intrigue of cheating that got her off. He lasted less than five minutes, all in that one position, then collapsed on the bed and was snoring before she could so much as get her clothes on.

The next video was only a week later, with some guy named Carter. As soon as I opened the file, I could tell it was a different format; it looked like she used her phone for this one. I could see the edge of her purse at the top of the shot, part of what appeared to be a table on the bottom, and...HOLY SHIT!! THAT'S DR. CARTER!!! Dr. Carter was our sophomore physics professor. Jane appeared to be asking questions about the final exam study sheet, but was very obviously displaying her goods for him to get an eyeful . After getting her answer, she turned to walk away, but dropped her book in the process and bent over very seductively to collect it. After getting a hand on it, she looked back at Dr. Carter. 

"Do you like what you see?" I made out from the faint sound provided by her phone's speaker. Carter nodded slowly, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. "Then come and get it."

He didn't waste any time with formalities, just unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was noticeably bigger than Pierre's, probably a good seven inches long and surprisingly thick, almost as thick as my own. Walking a couple of steps around his desk and over to her then pulling the miniskirt up just a little, he plunged into her full on, making her shriek clearly even though the garble of static. This was the first time I realized she wasn't wearing any panties; no wonder he was so mesmerized! He didn't last long, either: after less than sixty seconds of fucking her, he said something unintelligible and pulled out as she got on her knees in front of him and started stroking his shaft while suckling the head until he let out a groan and slouched against his desk, Jane still massaging his member.

No wonder she got a B in that class. After struggling through, even with my help (which was the reason we had gotten together in the first place), she was borderline to finish with even a C, and I had felt pretty comfortable about getting an A...which I didn't. This video made me wonder if maybe it wasn't because I did poorly on the final, as he said. Hmm...

Surprisingly, the video continued on as Jane stood up and pulled his mouth down to hers whilst she continued playing with his partially stiff member. The thought occurred to me that she tried that with me once and became annoyed when I didn't like the taste of my own cum. She got no such resistance from the good professor, who had a hand gripping each bare ass cheek. She was now blocking the view of his dick, but the motion of her arm indicated that she was still rubbing him for a brief bit longer. She then lifted herself up as Dr. Carter pulled her ass higher. Wrapping her legs around his hips, they started fucking all over again, her bouncing on his cock. They were doing their best to remain quiet, and while I couldn't make out the things she was saying into his ear, I heard him say that she'd earned a passing grade already, and was doing pretty well towards pushing herself even higher. 

Stopping while still fully impaled upon him, she leaned back slightly and asked playfully, "So what is it I need to do to get over that hump?"

"Well, for one thing, you don't need to stop 'humping' away," the professor replied as he restarted their rhythm more forcefully. At that, Jane gripped his neck tightly and began to shudder. She turned and whispered something unintelligible into his ear, causing his mouth to broaden into a grin, lifted herself off of him, then bent over his desk and stuck her ass out. Dr. Carter's dick was still glistening with her juices, and presumably using that as lubricant, he put the head right on her rosebud as she held her ass cheeks apart for him. Now, I'm not one to care so much about anal sex, but I do like it from time to time just as a change up...and she acted so horrified about the notion when I brought it up that I never mentioned it again. But here she was offering her ass up on a platter, all for a better grade in class.

She was definitely pushing the boundaries with her moans, which told me she really wasn't enjoying it all that much and wanted him to think she was. But Carter, for his part, seemed to love it, and with his girth and the fact that he only had her juices for lubrication and he'd entered without too much trouble, it couldn't possibly have been her first time taking it up the rear. It did, however, seem to tip the scales a fair amount, for after all of about sixty seconds, the professor grunted as he pushed in and held position, his upper body shaking visibly. Jane looked directly at the camera for the first time and licked her lips seductively, and then as he retracted his now fully spent penis, she turned back and French kissed him one more time. "So how was that?" she asked, knowingly.

The professor, still with the serene look of a man who just came for the second time in half an hour, "Well, it was definitely an A+ effort, but I'm afraid I would have a hard time explaining myself if I gave you an A for the class. What I will do is to consider this your final exam, and that A+ will bring you up to a solid B for the semester."

"That works for me!" she exclaimed. And with that, she whispered something in his ear, squeezed his balls slightly, gave him a kiss on the cheek, pulled her skirt down, and walked back over to collect her bag.

Browsing through the next few files, my heart hardened even more toward her. It became fairly obvious how she had maintained her grades, seeing as two of her other professors from that semester were also captured on video. She fucked my roommate as well, twice, once on my bed and once back in her room. Neither time lasted very long, and following the latter encounter, she mocked him for having no redeeming sexual qualities (his dick appeared very average in size). It was no wonder that he'd decided to move back home for the summer and find a new roommate the following fall.

The next video I came to was entitled, "Go Bears," and dated in July between our sophomore and junior years. Curious, I opened the video to find it showing the inside of the locker room at the school gym, empty except for Jane. Steam was pouring in from the open doorway that I knew went into the showers. She must have decided to bring her camera for this one, for it was much higher quality than any except for the two shot in her room. 

I watched as Jane quickly stripped fully nude, then waited. At this point, I was actually turned on. I had ceased to see her as anything but a slut, and thus these videos were nothing more than amateur porn in my eyes. After only a couple minutes waiting, a tall black kid walked out from the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Holy fuck!" I thought to myself. "That's Duron White!!" White was the most highly touted recruit of the previous year's basketball signing class, a 6'8 power forward who had made all conference as a freshman just a few short months ago. 

He jumped a little as he saw Jane, then realized what he was seeing: a stark naked beauty invitingly waiting for him. A broad smile spread across his face as she told him, "I just thought you boys needed a proper welcome, seeing as you're Bears now and all." With that, he leaned his head back toward the showers and shouted that they all needed to come see this, and the other four members of that "Fab Five" recruiting class came waltzing out just as Duron made it over to her, dropping his towel on the way to reveal an instantly hard nine inch dick, and in one fell swoop reached down, grabbed her ass, and lifted her up onto that pole. She must have been completely soaking wet, because she bottomed out without any problem. The others looked on first in astonishment, then with leers on their faces as they cheered him on.

He slid her up and down the beanstalk effortlessly. She'd wrapped her arms around his neck, but her legs were spread wide open as he palmed each ass cheek even more effortlessly than he did a basketball. "OH...MY...FUCKING...GOD...I'VE...NEVER...CUM...THIS...MANY...TIMES...OVER...AND...OVER...AND...OVER..." Jane cried, a new word with each upstroke. It didn't take long before White had pushed her into the wall, slamming balls deep into her and holding there until jizz started to seep out around his cock. 

Once he put her down, she wasted no time in making her way over to the other four, who had each pulled out their own dicks, three black and one white, and started stroking. Surprisingly enough, the white guy, a seven foot center from Russia, had the largest organ of the group, another nine incher that appeared a good two inches greater in girth than Duron's none-so-thin fucktoy, but all were above average. Both guards had similar size to my own fully engorged shlong (which by now I was stroking furiously), and the other forward revealed a thin but long dick. She caught sight of the Russian first, and her eyes got as big as saucers just as she bent over in front of him and took as much of his cock as she could, making it only a couple of inches past the head with the first try. While gagging herself on him and finally taking an impressive seven inches down as she bobbed back and forth, her hands were pulled over to each guard and she was mounted from behind by the fourth. 

From there, they rotated clockwise every couple of minutes, each getting a turn at her now gaping pussy. Just before the seven foot juggernaut got his second turn to plow her, a voice boomed through the room from off camera: "Just what in the hell is going on here!!" With that, Percy Smith, the legendary coach who would win his sixth conference title in the coming season, stepped past the lockers into view. A former player himself, Smith was no slouch at 6'6. 

"I'm sorry coach, I just couldn't help myself," I heard my supposedly innocent ex-girlfriend utter.

"You were supposed to come to my office before offering yourself to them, young lady. But I suppose it's okay...here is just as good a place as any to use your mouth!" He then unzipped his fly, and without unbuttoning or lowering his pants, he pulled out an incredibly fat six inch dick and stuck it in her welcoming face as she grabbed on and started sucking for dear life. The players had disappeared back into the showers, and, presumably, out the back door, grabbing their clothes as they ran from the coach's famous wrath and never seeing the display I was seeing. 

Unable to wrap her hand all the way around, her right hand was flying up and down his shaft as her left fondled his ball sack, her mouth moving just barely past his mushroom cock head, up to the tip, and then down again, his hand guiding each motion. A good ten minutes later, he said to her, "Oh yeah, bitch, you know just how to do it right, don't you?" At that point, he forced her head down almost to the base, and she started to choke while he held her there. When he released her a few seconds later, cum started to dribble out of her mouth as she coughed just slightly, smiling up at him the whole time. "Of course I do; you taught me well!"

Having shot my own load minutes earlier, I closed out of the video and sat back. Part of me was disgusted that she could do something like that to me. The other part was seething with thoughts of revenge. I decided to think on it, and was about to close the folder when I noticed a clip not far from the bottom titled, "Christmas orgy." It obviously was not from Christmas day, as the date on it was December 19, only a week before she said she wanted to see other people. I had been back at home for a few days already, and supposedly she had traveled to her home town a day after I left for mine. It was around this point that I had started feeling something was off, which was why I was so agreeable to the split in the first place...had I known how off things were, I would never have spent the following semester pining over her, but retrospect is 20/20 and all.

Wondering what she might have done back home, I double clicked the file, intent on simply scanning through it to satisfy my curiosity. And there, plastered clearly from the beginning as Jane walked away from having turned the camera on...was my sister, Naomi. She didn't make it to our home until Christmas Eve on the pretense of spending time with her boyfriend's family, but I watched in utter amazement as my then girlfriend strode over and started tonguing my sister's pussy. Naomi had always been a looker, but until this moment I never realized exactly how much: her body appeared absolutely flawless, with perky, C-cup breasts and a stunning hourglass figure that put Jane's beautiful form to shame. 

So there I was, being turned on by the sight of my own sister, who was in turn being stimulated by my ex-girlfriend, when two men materialized from each side of the shot. One I knew to be Naomi's boyfriend, the other was an older guy I didn't recognize. He was, however, introduced in short order as Naomi ordered her boyfriend to bring his dick over to her face, and told the other man to fuck his daughter's pussy. 

My head was swimming at this point. Not only was Jane engaging in lesbian sex with MY sister, she was committing incest with her own father...and judging from the similarities in the two males' features, she was related to Naomi's boyfriend, as well. With this realization, everything started to fall into place. Naomi had started seeing her boyfriend almost immediately after starting college a year before I did. I had never met him, but she had plenty of pictures of the two of them, so I knew who he was. It was at that point that she and I started to drift from the close bond we'd shared for most of our lives. I should note that we were not actually related, but rather had both been adopted after our parents discovered that Mom was barren. It's not like we had ever fooled around with each other or anything--until seeing her fully nude form, such a thing had never even crossed my mind--we had just always been very close. After she moved off to college, everything started to change. I figured it was natural, being that she was finding her way on her own. This very video would tell me exactly how far her new way led.

"So," Naomi started, spinning so that her boyfriend could start fucking her ready pussy, "how is my brother in bed?" The question was asked with a smirk; she obviously didn't have a problem with it.

"Almost as good as Dad and Jack, actually," Jane replied. It was only then that I remembered Naomi's boyfriend's name. "Or...well...he's...really...about...as good...just...in different...ways," she said haltingly, as her father began pounding her harder. After a couple of minutes of that, the men each pulled out and moved to trade places. As they did, I could see that both were slightly longer but not quite as thick as me, and wondered briefly how Jane was able to find so many big dicks to fuck. That thought was interrupted as she continued, "He's gentler and more caring, but lacks the reckless abandon of my father and brother."

Giggling, Naomi replied, "That sounds about right." She gasped as her boyfriend's, and my ex-girlfriend's, father plowed into her. "I...know he's...in...love...with...you," said my sister, "but...I...think...he's...catching...onto...you."

They continued on, chattering away whilst being fucked seemingly mindlessly by the two men. I was having a hard time believing my eyes and ears. My sister and ex-girlfriend gabbing on about me while being nailed by a couple of guys who from all appearances were nothing but machines made for plowing pussy. Jane told Naomi about some of her exploits, Naomi talked about making Jack take it up the ass from the dean of their school. At that, Jane's father smiled and drove himself deep into his son's girlfriend, causing her to shudder in ecstasy. He then withdrew, still fully hard, and moved over to his daughter's mouth.




Revenge is Sweet Ch. 03



*Author's Note*

First of all, thanks for the feedback following each chapter. Your honest opinions, both of the quality of my storytelling and the content of the story, mean a lot to me. I apologize for the delay in submissions; In addition to simply getting busy, I've also taken on editing a piece for another user. Thus, even as my time spent in this part of erotica has shrunk, the time spent here has also been split. I promise, however, to at least try and make time for my erotic inscriptions more frequently.

I'm enjoying the way this story is leading. The initial driving factor for the whole deal is now pushed to the last chapter (or maybe two...haven't decided), and I have three other chapters at least somewhat formulated before I get that far. Hope you enjoy this one! 

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It took me the better part of the week to completely come to grips with everything. Amazingly enough, I had breezed through my finals, acing them even while virtually sleepwalking through; I guess I'd been stressing over it for nothing, because I damned well knew the material. After finishing the last one, I went back to my apartment, laid down, and stared at the ceiling, wondering what on earth I should do about my predicament.

I first decided that I would do nothing. I didn't want to even see that cheating slut again, much less spend time with her. But then something far more devious started developing in my mind, and I thought maybe there was a way I could get back at more than just her if I played my cards right.

So I burned individual copies of each applicable encounter onto DVDs and set about making my plans. Using the access granted by my network maintenance position, I looked up the information for each of the authority figures she had seduced, and paying special mind to Dr. Carter, for I knew his wife to be quite the stunner for a middle aged woman. It was interesting to me that he would step out on her like he did, but I guess over enough time, sex with even the most attractive of women can get boring, depending upon the circumstances. And it is possible that he was just drawn in by the kink of that particular situation; either way, his folly would hopefully become my fortune.

I checked the other two professors out as well, and was able to find pictures of their wives through Google searches after determining their names. One of them must have been quite the babe in her day, but time had passed her by and left her looking like the kindly grandma she was. The other, however, was a good bit younger than her husband, and would be fun to play with.

Thus, I set about my mission on Thursday, the day after my last final. I knew that all three professors would be at school all day, as it was the last day of finals (I just had all of mine scheduled before then) and school rules were for them to remain present until an hour after their last one. My first stop was at Dr. Price's house at the edge of town. His wife, Cornelia, the grandma, answered, and invited me in for tea. I accepted the invitation inside, but once there I explained the situation. Her face grew bitter as I told her the circumstances. "I told that jackass years ago that if he ever cheated on me again, I would chop his dick off! I suspected he'd been screwing his students, but he always denied it, and there was never any evidence left to nail him with." Then, softening a bit, she said to me, "Thank you for bringing this to me, it will make the proceedings go much more smoothly." 

She proceeded to suggest that I give her granddaughter, Julie, a call, pushing the photo of a pretty high school senior (soon to be college freshman) in front of my face. I politely declined, wondering why she would be so eager to set her own flesh and blood up with a stranger, but there was too much more on my mind than to bother with a girl I didn't know.

My second stop was the house of Dr. Langerhans, Jane's history professor. His wife, Dharma, a 5'10 blonde bombshell, answered the door in clothes that left very little to the imagination: the tight fitting t-shirt that rode up past her belly button bulged with DD sized breasts, and cotton daisy dukes that barely extended below her butt cheeks revealed the entirety of about as perfect an hourglass figure a woman can have. Her hair was up, and the feather duster attached at her hip suggested she had probably been cleaning, but she seemed happy to have gotten the distraction so once again I was invited inside.

I began by introducing myself, and asking if she was the wife of Gregory Langerhans, to which she replied in the affirmative. "Is he in some kind of trouble?" she asked, a mildly worried look on her face.

"That remains to be seen. First, if you don't mind my saying so, you seem quite a bit younger than Dr. Langerhans. Is there a story to that?" I inquired, knowing full well that there was.

Blushing, she admitted, "I was his TA when he first started at State, truth be told. We managed to keep our relationship under wraps for the required amount of time, but after I got my master's degree we married. I taught for a few years, but when I had our first child, he insisted that I stay home to take care of things. Now that Bradley is in school, it can get pretty lonely," a hint of sadness creeping into her voice with that last sentence.

"I see. Well, you have a lovely home, and you seem to have settled into your role of being a housewife quite amicably, so this might be difficult to hear, but I don't think your husband has gotten over his infatuation with coeds." With that, I pulled the DVD out of the leg side pocket of my cargo pants and continued before she could protest, "I think you might find the contents on here as disturbing as I did, considering that the other person involved is my ex-girlfriend." The look of disbelief that followed my first statement faded into a mix of confusion and rising anger as I finished and put the DVD into her player. 

This was a video that Jane had shot with her phone, so the quality wasn't as good as some of the others, but it was plenty clear enough that her husband was the other participant. Quietly, but no longer unbelieving, she asked, "How did you get this?"

"The ex, whom I was dating at this time, has made a habit of recording her adventures. I just so happened to stumble upon them on her computer a few days ago." I purposely left out any mention of how I managed to get on her computer, as it was irrelevant and could implicate me should I reveal the method of extraction. "This did happen about a year ago, but I wasn't aware of it until finding the video," I added.

"Around finals, right?" she responded, her face hardening as it began to set in.

"Yes, ma'am. He is not the only professor she seduced, and I could make out the audio in another enough that I know that was an act of bringing her grade up, so I can only presume this was done for a similar reason."

Nodding, she said, "That would make sense. It was about that time we began having trouble in bed. I thought it was my fault...I wonder how often he has been fucking her, and for that matter his new TA."

"This is the only incident she had recorded of them, and considering her exploits with others, I doubt she has had time to be with him too much more, but it is quite possible that this was simply his breaking point and he has since followed much farther down the rabbit hole."

At that, Dharma seemed to come to a conclusion. "Well, if that's how he wants to play it..." she said while reaching over to me and pulling my face into hers for a deep French kiss.

Feigning surprise, I pulled back, and started with, "I wasn't--" before being cut off with another kiss as she straddled me on the couch.

"If they can screw around with each other, I see no reason why we shouldn't have some fun...as long as you don't mind me being an older woman, that is!" Casting off any plan to play the resisting innocent schoolboy, I showed her exactly how much I didn't care about her age by grabbing her hips and pulling them forcibly down to grind against my already throbbing cock. She responded by rubbing up and down the outline of my shaft while simultaneously pulling off her shirt. Her bra followed, and out tumbled her boobs right onto my face. Relishing the opportunity, I momentarily took one hand off her hip to position a nipple in my mouth, then reached back down and continued the dry hump as I sucked on her pink areola.

She was obviously enjoying the attention, but I knew we both wanted more. Working my thumbs under the waistband and pushing her shorts down, panties with them, until I could palm her ass with both hands, she let out a slight whimper as I swept her up and around to lying on her back on the sofa, pulling her shorts and underwear down farther during the motion. I could see her pussy lips glistening in anticipation as I swept her bottoms completely off, then pulled my own shirt over my head before leaning in. The smell of her sweet juices filled my nose, and I stuck my tongue out and just barely flicked the outer layer, causing her to jump a little before pushing farther toward me.

I then angled my tongue into an upside down V shape and licked the entire length of her slit from bottom to top. Reaching in with my hand, I used one finger to start playing with her opening while beginning to lash at her clit with my mouth. Over and over, I rolled the clit back and forth, teasing her with my finger and pushing it in ever so slowly, circling around the edges as I moved it in and out. Suddenly, her thighs clamped around my ears, both of her hands flew to the back of my head, and I felt her entire body convulsing...but I didn't quit until about two minutes later, when she finally screamed that she'd had enough. 

As I looked up at her face, I noticed her hair tousled about, the telltale sign of where her hands were before they moved to my head. Her eyes shown of pure, wanton lust, and her mouth formed a slight sneer. Taking the look as a hint, I pushed myself up into a sitting position on the couch, then reached over with my left hand to grab her hair and pull her over. Her face took on a surprised look, but the glint of excitement shining from her eyes betrayed the act as I pulled her onto her knees in front of me. 

My dick had softened from concentrating so greatly on pleasing her, but that changed in a hurry when she took my semi-hard cock all the way to the hilt, the head touching in her throat. It swelled quickly, and she was forced to withdraw, coughing. An awestruck look flashed across her face. "Damn, boy! That thing is impressive just halfway hard!!" With that, seemingly invigorated even farther, she enthusiastically dove back down and engulfed me once more, this time only making it about two thirds of the way before it hit her throat.

Curiously, however, at that she began going more slowly, pulling back and swirling her tongue around the head while fondling my nutsack lovingly. She then slowly bobbed her head up and down on my shaft, going only about halfway down on each stroke but covering the bottom half with her free hand, tenderly twisting as she moved her fingers in rhythm with her mouth.

After only thirty seconds or so of that, I grew bolder and once more took her hair into my hand, forcefully fucking her face. Serenity washed over her expression again; clearly this woman enjoyed being dominated. Not one to disappoint, I moved her head up and down, my fingers buried down to the roots to eliminate any slack, giving me complete control over the movements of her head. Her mouth opened wide, no longer sucking, just willingly accepting the face fucking I gave her. 

The thought of her submission to me, combined with the feeling of her tongue sliding up and down my shaft and my cock head finding its way to the back of her throat at the bottom of each down stroke, made the pressure start building inside my balls nearly to the point of no return. So when I pulled her head completely up, her eyes looked at me in confusion. Enjoying the feeling of manipulating her head any direction I wished, I kept my grasp of her hair and pulled her lips to mine, locking in a passionate kiss as she crawled up to straddle me. Breaking the kiss without separating our faces too greatly, I said, "I'm going to fuck you now," in a soft, but definitive, voice, still leaving no doubt about who was in control.

Again, she whimpered, giving me the feeling that she truly needed this...probably even more so than I did. Reluctantly freeing her head, both of my hands traveled down to her hips to move her into position. I momentarily took my left hand and grasped my pulsating member in my fingertips to position it against her cunt, sliding the tip the length of her slit a few times, finding that she had gotten even wetter while working me with her mouth, then pushed her down slightly with my right hand to ensure everything remained in place. 

With only the very top of my mushroom in her entrance, I put both hands on her hips and pulled her down on top of me at the same instant as I thrust my own hips upward, slamming my entire length into her all at once. Her eyes and mouth opened wide, and in the next heartbeat her midsection began shaking uncontrollably as I kept her sitting fully impaled on my dick. Those involuntary vibrations around my shaft felt incredible. Rather than moving her up and down, as I had planned, I instead moved my hands up and together to wrap my arms around her lower back and force her to lay down on top of me, enjoying the feeling of her flat stomach and bulging tits against my body. My right hand moved to the back of her head, but rather than grabbing her hair again, I instead brought her lips to mine in a much more tender kiss than the one only seconds prior.

We remained in that state for the next couple of minutes, making out softly as her pussy slowly stopped convulsing. Then, without a word, she pushed herself up just enough to move, but not enough that her breasts weren't still rubbing against my chest, and slowly began to grind her hips in a circular motion, flexing her vaginal muscles as she did. This moved me around inside of her without allowing any of my length to be released while giving me the sensation of being milked...which, in essence, I was.

Gradually, her grinding morphed from circular motions to moving up and down, still contracting her pussy lips around my shaft while doing so. I grasped her breasts in each hand, bringing them to my mouth to play with as she rode me. Alternating between left and right every few seconds, I tongued, sucked, and bit one nipple while pinching and squeezing the other in my hand. The concentration on her little nubs allowed me to lengthen the experience, because it was all I could do not to fire off right that very second. 

Eventually, though, I could take no more. "Are you on the pill?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "but don't you dare fucking pull out. I need your cum in me...Master." That was all I needed to hear. My hands found her hips as I retook control of her actions, accelerating the speed ever so slowly from the smooth, comfortable pace she had set to a raw, mind numbing pounding of her ass. She began whimpering again, freely this time, which sent me completely over the top. I buried myself completely, pushing my hips up and holding hers down, as my cock began to spasm. No sooner had the first stream shot out before she started shaking uncontrollably again, and her convulsions became more intense each time my dick twitched and shot more of my seed into her.

I held myself inside of her for what must have been at least another ten minutes, enjoying the afterglow, before speaking. "So, you kinda like being controlled, huh?"

She smiled and nodded. "Yes, but it's never been quite like that. You just did it so naturally, without me even having to ask...and here I was thinking that you were too innocent for that kind of thing!"

I smiled back. "I guess I can be a bit of a surprise sometimes," I replied, recanting in my own mind how much I had surprised myself over the last few days. "I've never really been quite so much the assertive type, but, well, it just seemed right..."

"Yeah, well, it was EXACTLY right. But now I must finish cleaning. We're having a party tonight, and I'm expected to play the role of dutiful housewife."

"And you're going to continue with that role?" I asked, incredulous, as I began putting my clothes back on.

"Oh yes. This video you have given me will ensure of that," she said, winking. As she was letting me out of the house, she said, "Be here next Monday at 11 AM for round two."

Turning around on her front step to face her, I got a sly grin on my face and said, perhaps a bit too cockily, "So you want a round two, huh?" 

"But of course! We've got to make sure you knock me up properly, don't we?"

With that, she closed the door, my mouth hanging open as my mind's processors went into overdrive.